Skiing at Christmas - Part 1

Despite the various problems of the journey they have at last arrived in resort and Chris, who chose the hotel, has prooved himself to be quite the star and it is a brillant place (called the Polar Bear hotel, Daf and he were both rather taken with the polar bear in reception) with a splendid feel and a great bar.

The sense of excitment in the group is palpable and it is given most voice by Nia who is amazingly excitable - mind it is her first ski trip, christmas and the best snow in years so understandable. Although to be fair in light of the crap weather at home if the snow had been rubbish similar levels of excitement would have been attained.

With half the party taking lessons his usual lazy attitude to skiing (get up around 10ish skiing by 11ish) has gone right out the window and he, Polly and Chris were on the slopes by 0915 on day one and certainly got plenty of miles under their skis, the conditions are close to perfect and the three of them have been hoonering around.



They managed to all meet up for lunch and exchange war stories - after Dafydd had sung the national anthem of course as this picture demonstrates.



Towards the end of the day their laziness did rather undo Polly when they found themselves 10 metres away from a bar and decided they could not be bothered to walk so they would ski down, get a lift back up to above the bar and then ski to it. Unfortunately Polly took a wrong turn and she ended up having to take her skis off, cross a road, climb down some stairs and then clamber down a slope to find the piste again.