Things didn’t look particularly good for our skiing holiday in St Christoph, Austria.
The weather forecast wasn’t great for the week that we’d booked, and when we arrived at our chalet hotel it was very misty. Skiing is a bit like having a bipolar experience. The first morning you put on layer after layer of clothing – thick socks, thermal top and bottom, T-shirt, warm top, salopettes, jacket, scarf, gloves, etc, and by the time you’ve struggled into your boots, climbed the stairs clutching your skis and poles, put on your helmet and goggles, connected your boots to the skis and walked over to the first tow, you feel so exhausted and clumpy that you can’t imagine actually doing much else for the rest of the day.
Then you get to the top of the first T-bar, look over and see some blue sky coming in, and it’s whoosh downhill for the best fun you can have with clothes on for the rest of the day.