I hadn’t spent much time in snow before living in France and have come to skiing a bit late if the truth be told. Whilst the kids are whizzing down the slopes, I gingerly weave my way through toddlers and my heart skips a beat if the slope’s a bit steep for my liking. Here the kids start skiing at 3 or 4 years of age, and they have no fear, which of course is my problem. My kids have started comparatively late, but that doesn’t seem to have held them back.
It’s always great to get away to the mountains and they’re only three hours away. It feels a bit strange now that we’re back home and the beach restaurants are already being constructed in preparation for the summer onslaught. The benefits of living in Nice (an hour away) are that you can go skiing in the morning and head back for a swim in the afternoon.
Here are some photos from the trip.