Not an option for everyone granted, but when you’ve got a ski-slope at the end of your road, you’ve got to give it a go occasionally. Skiing is fantastic cross training as it gives you an arse of steel and quads of iron. Obviously it can also give you a broken leg but we tried not to consider the implications of that as we headed up on the chairlift. With the snow pelting into our faces and a stiff breeze near the top, I learned something else about skiing: it makes you tough. Still, what fun we had. It was near white out and the “piste” had up to 2 feet of snow in places but this kept the crowds away and we had the place to ourselves – lucky really as we are genuinely awful skiers and run the risk of either maiming someone, or dying of embarrassment, or both in fact, in a crowded environment.
We were much improved after our glühwein break, although whether this was genuine improvement or distorted perception of reality will never be known.