Strictly in the name of training (we will be doing some ski touring over Christmas and need to find our feet and fitness), we dragged our weary butts up to our local resort. And had a wonderful time
– more or less avoiding the stones and piste-hogging ski nuts that are a feature of the early season.
I am thrilled to say that I did my first black piste ("Olympic homme", on which I lost my rando ski in white-out iced-up conditions 3 years ago
– and ended up walking down!).
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| a well-.loved view towards Beauregard and the Connex – I hope we'll see it this uncrowded again |
And
– very unusally
– we crossed paths with friends:
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| Juan, Isa, Nathan and Laurent |
Thighs burning, four hours later, we slid back home to dine on the largest union jack fish pie I've ever made (an attempt to rationalise the ready-meals going east with Juan...):
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| Union Jack fish pie © Juan |
AND my dodgy arms didn't impede me... Roll on the good times...
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