Skiing - Part 3

The hotel, as well as being functional, serves a mean cheese platter post-supper and the boys have been tucking into its wilder constituents with frankly indecent relish and, as is to be expected, the dreams have been unusual to say the least; last night our subject dreamt of shooting Robert Carlyle in the face.

Meanwhile the conditions have improved markedly, the wind is down and there is occasionally a spot of blue sky to be seen.
Lulled into a false sense of security by this they decided to head out of their valley and over into Les Menuires for some alternative skiing.

Luncheon at the Ours Blanc (passim – last Christmas) although not to anyone’s surprise the owners recognised him and were clearly glad to see him go (passim).

Discovering that despite their assumptions the necessary lifts to get them back to Val Thorens were not running was a pretty tedious moment however.