Shades of Grey Morning

When the sky is grey, the snow is also. We couldn’t read the ski pistes at all this morning which makes you feel disoriented and nauseous. My friend fell twice which she never does. Along with most of the people of a certain age, we retreated into the café then caught the télécabine back down to the village of Marecottes and home early. An lovely relaxing afternoon, watching the cats in the garden, a nap, and then a a friend called round  for tea.