Geoff Le Pard has been skiing for a week and provides us with a daily commentary worthy of BBC Winter Sports but with more gusto.. wonderful photography and I do #recommend that you join Geoff on the Piste….
Funny this skiing lark. You travel miles to obscure valleys and mountains that clever engineers have criss-crossed with wires and metal stanchions. You put on clothes in colours normally seen in Farrow and Ball paint charts (pistachio with a hint of catastrophe; puce spume a la recherché) in multiple layers to defy a cold you need but secretly despise.
You force your feet into corrective footwear that even Torquemada might baulk at while lugging thin sheets of two by four up a series of vertiginous cabins precariously suspended above pockmarked scree slopes just so as to put your body through a series of painful and bowel loosening manoeuvres.
You stop when your thighs are humming the Marseillaise to themselves at a bar thrumming with disco circa 1978, sung by a emaciated Albanian with halitosis and the sort of mullet that Rod Stewart still thinks works. You buy…
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