So my mate Phil, right……
He’s only shown up here in Chamonix driving a Beemer X5 from the Milk and Honey club in Tabernacle street, London to the Clubhouse, Chamonix. Sweet job. They’re paying for his flight home after the new year & putting him up in the club’ouse for a few nights.
So anyhoo. Phil’s about, so we had a day’s skiing in the Houches. What you’re reading in the UK papers is true. There is no snow here. None. The pisteur boys are doing the best they can with the artificial snow machines, but if there’s no snow…. well there’s just no snow.
But I have found a whole new meaning to the phrase off-piste skiing. Grass skiing. Houches isn’t covered in boulders like the grande montets, so the thin snow cover is over grass, which you can sort of ski on if you go quite fast.
So I’ve been on my old atomic cross mountain ‘ave a bit ‘o that skis, and been shredding round the icy/rocky death on a stick - numpties on artificial ice rink that is skiing here now. And been really quite enjoying it thank you very much.
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