Blue sky thinking

This photo doesn't do justice to the blue sky fabulousness of the day. Once early 'haven't skied for two years' nerves were shed, we whooped and and swooped and hollered our way down a fabulous series of blues.

And we are now in our rather lovely appartment, pasta dinner done, discussion on Henry V's speech and the Wars of the Roses put to bed, and now we're on 80s/90s music and I'm already 10 quid down after a failure to identify the Wonder Stuff.