The journey home on Saturday was entirely straightforward I’m glad to say. The coach from the hotel to the airport even had reclining seats so I managed to get some extra sleep after our early start of about 4.45 a.m. Remarkably we weren’t the first pick up of the day; there was an earlier pick up at 2.45 a.m. which must have left its passengers in a dilemma about whether to bother going to bed at all! It was a great ski holiday - even though my skiing was curtailed I still think that I was lucky to get three really good days of skiing and of course I enjoyed the rest of the holiday as well. I have so many good memories of the week, of skiing and walking and the mountains and the snow, and drinks and lunches and dinners in great company.
Probably our most amusing memory will be the “travelator incident” when, due to ice on the track, Ewan found himself sliding backwards into James, resulting in a hilariously compromising scene. I was alerted to this by peals of laughter from Heather who was in front of me in the queue for the aforementioned travelator; also present was a small and puzzled crowd of Italians who were wondering what on earth was going on. Heather and I both regret not taking a photo of the situation, however we will always treasure the image in our minds! Ewan has chronicled it much better that I ever could in his own blog.
When we got home we had a pleasant afternoon of unpacking and reuniting with the cats and Ally. After an unhealthy dinner of a haggis supper which made me yearn for the fine dining of the Sporthotel Arabba, I had a nice bath and tucked myself into bed, very tired but happy. It has been a marvellous holiday.
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