We then continued onwards and I managed to pull a muscle in my leg by making an unnecessarily tight turn on a steepish section of a red run as we came into Belvedere. I was really annoyed with myself because it really wasn’t that bad a slope. However I adopted James’ policy of keeping on and was rewarded by the pain easing off quickly. I was a bit spooked for a while but by the time we skied down into Pozza my confidence was growing again. Fortified by another lovely lunch we made our way back out of the valley on a series of steep lifts. It helps me that James, Heather and Ewan encourage me to ski to my full potential, but also understand that there are some runs where I would not feel comfortable. So when they went to ski a big black run on our way back to Belvedere, they were all fine with me taking the cable car down the hill. I was so excited to see them skiing down the vertiginous piste that I cast aside my gloves and sunglasses to take photos of them from the cable car. However I accidentally then left my sunglasses behind which was a costly mistake. To add insult to injury, the photos that I took were absolutely rubbish; my husband and friends could only be seen as little dots on the snow, which was a pity because their skiing was extremely impressive. James and I tried to retrieve the sunglasses to no avail and we made our way back to Arabba on very quiet pistes as it was approaching 4 p.m. and the sun was getting very low. My legs were tired but I managed fairly well and after apres-ski drinks I luxuriated in a warm bath and read my book before dinner. A great day in great company.
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