It was naughty because the cost of ski passes, 2 nights in a self-catering apartment and assorted mountain-top meals all added up to a bit too much. But what were we to do? Nearly a metre of snow in the northern French alps over the last fortnight left all that lovely white stuff just calling out, and when la bienheureuse suggested the idea, I was hard-pressed to prevent myself biting her hand off.
And a lovely weekend in Valmorel it was too. Unbroken sunshine and lovely pistes on Saturday, sunshine most of Sunday albeit with slightly more varied snow conditions. Even la bienheureuse's knee more or less held up for a day and a half.There was one point late on Saturday afternoon when a perfect day was almost spoilt, but even football matches occasionally have a happy ending. Having scouted the bars on Friday evening and identified one with a screen showing sport, it was with some disgust that we discovered a football match of the egg-chasing variety. However, all was not lost. The bar across the street had a TV, blank when we went in, but a polite query of the proprietor produced a result. Not that my good mood lasted for long when the match finally came on screen, 1-0 and a man down in the pissing rain, soon to become 2-0 not long afterwards. An hour later though and all was right with the world once again. At least until the other results from the weekend came in, but I didn't learn those until last night...
