It’s a funny thing being out here in the Alps at Christmas. Christmas isn’t generally celebrated by a day of complete shutdown like it is in the UK. The French and Swiss normally have a big family meal on Christmas Eve and then spend their Christmas Day either working or skiing. Both myself and Mrs Burrows were working on Christmas day so it passed as a bit of a non-event.
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I had planned to cook Mrs Burrows a nice breakfast and open presents in front of a roaring electric heater but in fact, the phone rang the night before and I found myself basking in the sunshine at the top of the ski lift in Morgins, waiting for my client to turn up for a 2 hour private lesson on Christmas day. It was a great lesson, a parallel level skier wanting technical advice on how to improve. This is quite a rare lesson to get (the usual is debutants) so it more than made up for not being able to rip open wrapping paper!
The mountain actually gave me my Christmas present the day before anyway, as yet another big dump of snow meant that on Christmas eve, I was up skiing deep powder along with a few mates on snowboards. Not wanting to bust my knees right at the start of the ski season, I settled for making pretty S shapes in the snow while they jumped off things and generally fell over loads. I took a video on my phone that you should be able to see below which shows you just how much snow there is out here in the Alps so far this winter.
It seems as if Europe is certainly where the snow is at right now and I don’t think that since the lifts have opened, I’ve skied on the piste yet, except for instructing and even then, the temptation is to jump off the side and into the deep stuff.
I’m trying to make a point this year of going out skiing with people who are better than me and this is leading to discoveries of lots of hidden valleys and gullies that are full of snow and where to go according to what conditions. It’s been great and I’ve never skied so much snow in my life.
As if loads of snow before the tourists arrived couldn’t get any better, the skies have cleared for the arrival of the masses at Christmas and New Year and we are now teaching under bluebird skies. Nice and warm for instructors who have until now been absolutely freezing in the fog, cloud and mist. It’s suntan time!