So, I'm most of the way up a French mountain, watching the cloud come down and the wind make waves in the snow, and I'm thinking about confidence and courage and technique. We're here, the marquis and me, to ski, but I am not skiing: I'm here in the hotel room with my tablet while the marquis skis out there in the wind and cloud ( Read more... )

Off to fall down mountains (in a controlled way, hopefully) from tomorrow for a week. I won't be on line, I'm afraid. Have a good week, everyone.

Skirt of the day: long black heavy cotton

It's almost that time again, when the marquis and I head off with assorted other Cambridge fen to slide down mountains and try not to break ourselves. We're going to Arabba in the Italian Dolomites this time, and the flight is at really silly a.m. on Saturday. So tomorrow is all about packing and doing and getting down to Gatwick ( Read more... )

Standing on the lip, on the edge, on the peak of a slope is a little like the moment before flight. For one instant I am hanging in limbo and then... Sometimes skiing is the closest thing I know to weightlessness ( Read more... )

The marquis having located a genuine castle with attached skiing, we are off from tomorrow for a week of sliding and hopefully not breaking anything. I doubt there will be internet, so if you need me, alas, it will have to wait till a week on Sunday.
have fun wherever you are.

Note to self: it is not advisable to keep staying up till the small hours to watch the Winter Olympics.... But, on the other hand, the moguls events were riveting. (In another life....) Many congratulations to Alexandre Bilodeau and all my Canadian friends on that first gold medal. Two rocking runs.

It was an interesting week. The start... no, not so good. But the end was mainly fun and largely relaxing ( Read more... )