So, I am back from my awesome holiday in Morzine – in the end there were 13 of us (6 adults, 7 kids) in the chalet plus a couple and their two kids who were in a separate chalet. We had terrific snow (a big relief, as a couple of weeks before, the slopes had been rather bare) and had a lovely time.
I did bail after a couple of hours on Friday – the group was planning to ski into Switzerland and my knees were hurting – but skied the rest of the time. My knees are a bit sore now but will be better soon, I’m sure.
God, the Alps are awesome. You never realise until you get there but if you have a clear view then it really is superb. In the photo above, we were above the cloud so got a great view of the peaks.
We had a go at skiing with our son. I wonder whether teaching your child to ski is a bit like teaching him to drive – you have to restrain yourself from snapping and keep praising. In my case, I had to keep reminding myself that HE IS FOUR. In any case, he did a good job and I told him that I was proud of him. He is MUCH better than last year, when he refused point blank to do a snowplough because he wanted to “go down that hill, Mummy, very very fast”.
On Friday afternoon (after I’d bailed on the skiing), I took him ice skating, which he was really good at but I was completely useless. I stood, clinging onto the side, quaking with terror while he got round holding onto a penguin thing. I also took him zorbing – my daughter was a bit too little for it but he thought it was marvellous.