The Glencoe ski centre car park.

I think he is supposed to be a typical skier. 

That is the Buachaille in the background. 

We had coffe and watched the fast moving weather whilst waiting for the two members of the club who decided to head up a hill today. 

The came back an hour late with stories of hail and winds that swept them off their feet. 

D drove us home in style and I am now full of pasta. Suppose I should put some washing on.