Bing

And just like that the mist cleared as did the altitude lurgy ( thankyou paracetamol)
We were at the lifts by 9am, me at Hochgurgl via the bus and N Obergurgl, the plan being he’d come down the tricky red 12 and take the Top Express gondola across to me… except he found it was shut… too windy.
So there was I up to nearly the highest point on me tod and a bit wobbly as to how I was going to get down. Thankfully chatted the whole way up to an English couple who saw my abject fear and stuck with me. As soon as I got back to my old familiar favourite 27 I realised the worth of those ski lessons. Like night and day and was skiing rather than dancing a frantic head f*** in my head. Dare I say… I enjoyed it?
N eventually made his way and caught up with me and for once wasn’t freezing his n**s off waiting for me to make my hundreds of horizontal travails of the slope. We nearly skied together. Managed almost all of the blues quite happily with only one wobble on blue 36 which is really narrow with a massive drop off. Maybe by Thursday I’ll be more confident.
Good five hours solid skiing. Called it quits when hunger and tiredness started to kick in . Lunch at the Mountain Grill which the couple earlier had suggested. Yum
Spa
Finished my book ( book 3 of the year)
Dinner chatty reminiscing about Daley Thompson in Superstars!