We went to our favourite restaurant around here last night. It has been redecorated since we were last here 2 years ago, they have some antique skis on the wall. Nothing odd in that you might say.

That is until you realise that these skis would have been current at about the time I learned to ski! We still have a pair of about this age.
Of course the other thing that has changed over that time is how much artificial snow making equipment there now is. I was amazed how much the canon outside or apartment had made in one night.

That is a mound of snow about waist high. A couple of bashers came and flattened it out over the piste.

Until you would never know.

Anyway, another sunny interval that lasted all day saw us head over to ‘Courch’, as apparently we now call it, 1650 via the runs around Saulire. They have reclassified some red runs as blue and black as red… although they have not actually changed the runs or all the signs. I feel for the confused nervous brits, I was one once.
We skied ‘Mur’ which I was assured many years ago by people who really should have known meant ‘blackberries’ which sounded like a nice run. In fact it can also mean ‘wall’ which is the meaning in this case. A reasonably short incredibly steep bit of snow but in good condition. Alarmingly DD1 and DD2 both now find this kind of thing far more fun than my old knees do.
After lunch in the Hotel du Golf we came back over and had one last run in the late afternoon sunshine down Mont Vallon.

A long days skiing but DD1 and DD2 complaining of more leg pain than me by the end. There is life in the old dog yet….