Listen to that inner voice.

It’s been a long time coming, but we have finally had the ski holiday we missed out on last year, when the Beast From The East scuppered our flight. If you are new to this blog, then read about the turning point here.

I’m not a natural born skier. You know this. I didn’t learn at school and I’m not sporty at all. I enjoy skiing because I like being up a mountain! Up a mountain, breathing mountain air, eating amazing food and hopefully spending a few après ski hours in the spa. Steaming and icing my knees, and drinking great herbal teas.


I don’t like skiing when the weather is murky and the light is flat.

For those of you who don’t ski, it’s a bit like driving in fog. You many know the road but you drive more cautiously. When you ski in bad light, your body weight shifts, and instead of looking far ahead, you look down more more. This makes your skis lift up at the front and there’s more wobble. more wobble means more panic. I ski slower which means it’s harder to turn. Then I panic more. Vicious circle, and its just no fun skiing in weather like that. After all it’s meant to be a holiday!

It’s taken many years for me to be ‘ok’ about being a fair weather skier. We would always want to get full ski value out of our (not cheap) lift passes, and would want to ski every day. I’ve realised as time has gone by, this had a detrimental effect on my skiing ability. Two steps forward and one step back . It probably comes with age too. Even MrH will now say no to skiing in conditions that he once would just ‘give it a go’.

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