Walk with me: you’re not even five days into the holiday and… A member of the team is on crutches. What do you do? Go to the marble-laden streets of Verona, obviously. On the one hand, the city is flat. … Continue reading →
Nowhere to be, and nothing to do. To the mountains we go, and make the roads extra windy. Keep the views pleasant, the neighbours friendly (and mostly four-legged). And since we’re within the valley, don’t forget the most rural of … Continue reading →
Why have one liquid, when you can have many? (Possibly one of the tagline pitches Fyne Ales binned early on, but you didn’t hear that from me). As ever, I’m asking the real questions. With work picking up, plus a … Continue reading →
but what they lack in height, they make up for in width. Alpine skiing with American slope width? Hot damn.
As an advanced skiier, rarely ever away for longer than ten days, the challenge is always the same: ski as much terrain as possible. The whole point of the challenge is that it’s challenging – most of the time, we’re about 90% successful, and 100% exhausted. But when the terrain is smaller, you’re also looking for the spark that brings you back to the slopes long after completing them. As a beginner to intermediate, Risoul and Vars are attractive: wide slopes, easy access to chairs, and the slopes are true to their colour key. While I can’t speak for off-pisters and park-rats, as an advanced-er (new word), the slopes lose their thrill within a couple of rounds. Then again, both sites are weekend holidays for locals, and I envy that. But then…
At the base of the Hautes-Alpes, over the bridge that crosses the Durance,
and down behind St Crepin’s aerodrome sits a warren of bungalow chalets with an incredible panoramic view – grounds backing onto an airfield, anyone?