After the beach last weekend it was time to hit the ski slope. Avec my two French copains, we set off from Barcelona at 8.30am and were kitted out, ticketed and on the chairlift at Masella by 11am. the weather was simply stunning and there was tons and tons of snow (far more than the Alps have got this year) for me to fall over in.
I even managed an ultra slow descent down a couple of red runs. A blissful lunch was taken on a terrace en plein soleil consisting of a very bad hamburger (the alps really do have better food) a beer and a cigar, all of which combined to make the post prandial descents rather eventful. All this and back home by 7pm.