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Later in the week, Jean, Suzi, Rich, Allie and I were
to ski down this particular piste. It was snowing at the time. Excellent
fun! |
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However, there wasn't much of a view and I was
concentrating on keeping upright and obeying 'she who must be obeyed'
(Charlotte, our ski instructor) |
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You can just see the distant cloud in
the valley below |
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see from on high. Note the long shadows. |
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Back on our familiar green slope at Les
Cretes. The length of the queue varied enormously during the day. |
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on the way up. |
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The rather pleasant view off to our right. |
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Oh dear, a picture of the old man (me) of the Green
slopes |
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Once off the mountain, it goes dark. Happens every
day, so they tell me... |
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Jill, Davey and Carys, then its bath
time and Carys emerges clean and ready to indulge in all the attention
she gets from her augmented family. |
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One evening, we eat out in a very nice restaurant
serving lovely mountain food and Raclettes.
Graeme and Arielle tucking in. |
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Little does Jean know, there's a birthday surprise
for this particular Aquarian. |
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The cake arrives: They got the numbers the wrong way
round, but I'm not even allowed to tell you what the numbers are! |
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Another day, another mountain. No snow
so far, but it's on the way... |
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