Cloud below us, cloud above us | For the first time this holiday, we actually saw the sun as we were going up a lift. By the time we'd got the camera out, it had gone again but there was the odd bit of blue sky. This week we've had four feet of snow so far. Conditions today were described as powder on packed powder. It's hard work even going down a green run. |
Do my eyes look big in these? | James and his expensive prescription goggles. Were it not for the fact that these steam up at the slightest provocation, James would actually be able to see where he was going. |
Note the red cables going from the concealed battery to Gez's electrically heated spectacles | Gez chilling out at Dusty's after consuming two pints of Coke. |
The pickled testicles of a thousand dead skiers | We stopped for a cuppa at the 'chick pea' cafe on the slopes. The cafe was decorated with an array of large pickle jars. |
James up to his gusset in the snow | Phil's boots have been causing problems all week. Today, Phil and James swapped boots. Minutes later, one of James's skis came off and he fell over. Phil didn't fall over once today. Coincidence? |
James relaxing by the burning embers of his green credentials | Phil dipped out of skiing early due to exhaustion. Meanwhile Gez and James skied to Creekside village for lunch. |
