Courchevel

Just back from 6 days solid skiing in Courchevel. It almost felt like hard work getting out of bed towards the end, but there was just so much snow to be had. The weather was on day 1 was spectacular but the cover a little dodgey, but from Tuesday onwards the snow just kept falling and falling. Sure, it was a little tough getting down the mountain after the lifts had stopped running and the wind had picked up and the visibility had dropped to next to nothing, but hey, that's half the fun.

A bunch of Luke's mates also dropped in to fill our little pad full of talk of bouldering in the Italian Alps and re-living pranks from school. Was a cracking night!

Only trouble was we had to head home... and what a journey home. The constant driving snow closed Geneva airport but we were bumped on to a train to Basel, then a bus, then a plane to Edinburgh, then a bus to Glasgow and finally a cab ride home. Still, no broken bones and no lost luggage. Can't really complain!

Warm and toasty.


Party time!


"Frosty the snowman was a jolly, smelly soul!"


Night scene on the road to 1650.


Snow! So much snow!


From our pad, towards 1650.


Pine tree close up.


Our pad. First floor. Front and centre.


On the way down the mountain.


"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking."


The ice scraper returns!


Spooky French tunnel.


Looks like we might be stuck here for a while.


Killing time in Geneva airport.


Nothing but the finest of Swiss cuisine.