We’ve been back since Sunday night and I have my final load of washing in the machine. It’s surprising how much washing needs to be done after a ski holiday … although, really, it isn’t. I usually do a load a day so have seven days’ worth. Plus we wear our ski gear in the day and our normal clothes in the evenings. So twice as much washing. It’s quite a first world problem.
I had Root Canal Treatment Part 2 yesterday morning and now have a stinking cold (pretty sure the two are unconnected – it’s just a bit unfortunate). Left hand side of my face is quite sore but it will get better.
Okay, I will STOP GOING ON ABOUT SKIING. Soon. However, I bought a snood while I was in Morzine and it was a revelation. I do have a grey knitted one that my lovely sister-in-law gave me for Christmas but that is more a thing you wear around London rather than when you are exercising.
The red snood was EUR 10 and was awesome for keeping my face warm on the chairlifts. The last few times I’d been skiing had been so warm that I hadn’t needed a fleece, let alone a snood, so I was kind of jealous of everyone else’s once the wind and snow started.
My orange headband is incredibly bright and not at all stylish but I’m told that it makes me easy to spot on the slope. I bought it from Sweaty Betty a year ago (ish).
One side effect of going skiing is that it tends to give me an urge to go out and buy a fancy new ski outfit. This would be a ridiculous thing to do because:
there really is nothing wrong with my ski outfit;
I don’t fit into most ski gear (it’s designed with a UK size 10 – about a US size 6/8 – in mind);
I can’t really justify afford a new ski outfit; and
I only go once a year. This doesn’t make a £500+ outfit a worthwhile investment.
However, I have been looking at Snow and Rock’s website. One thing I’ve noticed is that ski clothes have got BRIGHTER. What I would have thought garish ten years ago I now find sensible – when you are in a whiteout or blizzard, being able to pick out your mate’s fluorescent orange trousers is a real bonus.
I like this ski jacket a lot. It looks super with the purple ski pants. However, it won’t fit me and I don’t need it. It would be good for apres ski though.
We had some terrific food. I do love France – our chalet hosts did lovely dinners and we had some great lunches.
If I ate this way all year long, it would become unbearable but when you’re skiing, you really do need a lot of carbohydrates and protein. I left my fitbit at home but rather regretted it – I would have liked to see whether it recorded skiing as equivalent to walking.
If you are in the area, one place we had lunch in was La Grande Ourse in Les Gets. It’s right at the top of the mountain but is easy enough to get to (as long as you are on skis). I think it is English owned (at least all the staff were English) and I had the goose salad. So utterly delicious, it had strawberries in it.
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.