No suprises then that might right hip took the brunt of Wye. Running the next week was out of the question, so it was just as well that Craig and I were heading to the Alps for a speedy boarding/ skiing break. Two days of 'Glen Shee' type weather- icy winds and very low visibility were followed by 2 gloriuosly sunny days which made up for it all. The Portes du Soleil area is a vast ski mecca extending from Les Gets, Morzine, Avoriaz and over to Switzerland. The only downside? -half a beer on or off the mountain is £3.50 at current exchange rates, but worth every drop, especially after tackling the ungraded (beyond black) Swiss Wall which I had not been down since age 11 when it took over and hour with numerous tantrums and volumes of tears! Lying in the Chalet's hot tub in the eveining watching the sun go down over the heavily snow clad trees of the village and the orange glow on surrounding peaks made it all worth it.
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