Three days on the snow

Dave and Shami coincided their visit with Nick so that the boys could go skiing. So, on Sunday morning we all got up early and headed for the slopes. Becky had organised our hotel room – two nights in the high season wasn’t easy to find, plus she’d seen a car boot sale was on our way, this being one of Nick’s favourite passtimes.

It was just as well that Becky had done all the organising. At the car boot sale I realised that I’d forgotten my coat. And hat, and scarf. I didn’t fancy the prospect of skiing in a teeshirt, so it was lucky that I found a skiing jacket for €5. Nick bought a Marseilles street sign and I got two pairs of plastic skis for the kids.

And then the skiing was fantastic! Apart from some mist on day two, the conditions were good and we all had lots of fun. I bought a silly hat, Nick and Dave got themselves some souvenirs, and we bombed down the slopes as quickly and elegantly as anyone.

Dave and I now have the dubious pleasure of looking after the kids while Becky and Shami go on an overnight jolly to Avignon. It’s just as well the kids love their plastic skis; maybe we’ll go back towards the snow…