Skiing - Part 7

Another day dawned with low cloud and poor visibility so in an attempt to find some better weather they decided to ski down to Courcheval. This was, for them, a good move (although not for little Angus – read on) as the weather was much improved over the valley ridge into Meribel and then over to Courcheval with some great skiing in the sunshine.

At the head of the Courcheval valley they had to jump on a chair lift to get them up and over and down to the village and as they drew to a halt at the bottom there was an instructor with a group of saucepan lids (vintage c5-6 years) no doubt enjoying their first day out on the grown up slopes. Being so young they could not be trusted on the lift alone and so the instructor asked our lads if they minded taking one each.

Our subject agreed and little Angus (see it does flow) was lined up to jump on the lift with him. As the chair came swinging round boy genius somehow managed to balls the entire thing up and little Angus having initially got on the lift promptly fell out. Not a good start. The operator quickly pushed the stop button which set the chair lift swinging back and forward and so just as little Angus stood up he got clocked in the head by a swinging lift.

Bloodied and clearly concussed he then got thrown on the lift and sat in abject terror for the rest of the trip up.

Meanwhile little Alfie got on the lift safely with Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and promptly asked, “Why is that man in a cat suit hurting my friend?”