A walk in the woods

I thought I ought to have a few goes on the nursery slopes first to judge how the ankle was before going all the way up on the bubble. It was apparent that going for a walk was the best option for me, so Mr C went off on his own to ski. By the time I came back from my trudge in the deep snow he was sitting in the sun stuffing his face with a panini. The pistes he went on had not had the piste-basher on them so he didn’t enjoy it and made a quick return by bubble.

We have to leave at 4am tomorrow - our flight isn’t till 10 but Stansted leaves at 8. Having nowhere to sit down in crowded Grenoble airstrip from 6-10 am is not something I’m anticipating with any relish.