You splash me with beauty and pull me down 

You splash me with beauty and pull me down

I’d intended to write a light hearted post today, as is my wont. But in light of the news we woke up to today, it feels frivolous in the extreme to be entirely self indulgent.

It also makes the sheer privilege of where I am right now even more precious. I don’t mean the chair by the fire in the hotel (although that’s pretty good too), but the more broad position of my life. I’m safe. Those I love and care about are safe and likely to remain so. Right now, that’s about as good as it gets.

It’s been a most satisfactory last few days Aux Gets. The snow from Monday night gave us a stonkingly good powder day on Tuesday.

Would you look at that powder!

Yesterday brought wall to wall sunshine, uplifting communications from home and a trip to Avoriaz for a bit of high altitude skiing. The sun is creating a dot to dot situation with the freckles on my nose, but I’ll take that, under the circumstances.

Yesterday wasn’t entirely wonderful for all of us. Avoriaz, despite its height and sheer drops in places, has an unconscionable number of flat sections which, for my snowboarding husband, are a bit of a nightmare.

Kate and Tommy decide on the flattest routes.
He is unamused.

So Tom and I indulged him today by allowing him more opinions than usual regarding the agenda. He chose well and we spent the morning doing laps of the side of Mont Chéry followed by lunch in the village where he shared some of his photographic delights with Tom, who is now his new best friend.

After 5 days of hard skiing my hip flexors are firing on all cylinders again – even the reluctant left side, which ordinarily requires a wrench, WD40 (other lubricants are available) and the occasional use of gaffer tape to get it to play nicely. This bodes well for my plan to start running again next week, where I’ll no doubt undo all the good I’ve done.

My thoughts are turning back to Real Life – tomorrow is the last day of indulgent holiday. On Saturday we move into an apartment in the village and I go back to work. When I told everybody I was available for work again from next week I didn’t *actually* mean it but it seems they took me literally, so my freckly nose will be back to the grindstone.

And that’s it from me for today. I’m going to enjoy a lovely dinner tonight, whilst sending up thoughts to (insert deity of choice here) for yet more folk who are going to be enduring something I cannot even begin to comprehend.