A ski trip with just me and the brother-in-law whilst my sister kicks back to enjoy (or not) he pregnancy.

Now I would class my self and an intermediate skier (on a good day), whilst he is Mr Ski Instructor level capable of all of the tricks, horrendous speeds and shows no fear… so can you image my glee when a French school girls takes him out in spectacular form on day one leaving him with suspected bruised (cracked according to him!) ribs!  I guess we will just stick to those red runs for the week then!

Love him really! So how did we get on in our boutique hotel in a true skiers resorts and a injured party……

Find out soon, full story to come….