What Goes Up Must Come Down

After the physical effort of skiing uphill and digging the snow hole I'd expected to get cold very quickly once we got inside.

I was pleasantly surprised by the effect lighting a candle had. Such a small flame rapidly warmed the snow hole enough that we were soon stripping off to our base layers.

I was even more pleasantly surprised when the instructor announced that the weather forecast for the night meant we wouldn't be staying overnight.

I'd like to say that we returned to the ski lodge, and a cold stein of Bavarian lager, in style - skiing the deep virgin powder snow to perfection.

Unfortunately describing our descent as 'skiing' would have been something of a lie - 'semi-controlled falling' would have been more apt.

Bloody good fun though.

And the beer went down well.