Last day of lapping

A stunner of a day marking the finale of our intermittent but highly appreciated stays in total luxury; a morning of constant re-fills from the coffee machine [like ones in the movies that I've always sheepishly wanted] and nibbling on ultimate almond croissants, that with every bite conjure up all sorts of fragmented French imagery that send you nicely into an international gliding swirl of contentment. A late morning of much belated phone calls home [aaaah] and continuations of movie making, a snow storm forming outside. An early afternoon at the slopes I'd rather forget about, but a late afternoon run through the forest in the rain [+ clamber on rocks, pictured] that I hope to remember forever. An early evening hot tub with this bloke [pictured] : beers + a dissection of the season to accompany the whirlwind clouds circulating above our heads. Evening of cooking + munching with Roberto, red wine chats [that always come back to The Land]. Night; dream of the mountains.