Carving & Goodbye to France, for now…

If I had been asked if I could carve 8 weeks ago I would have assumed they were talking about the Sunday roast. On our last day skiing I finally had, as our ski instructor would call it, a light-bulb moment. Carving on skis necessitates the body to bend sideways like a banana; not easy for a stiff old git. Yesterday the body creaked and the banana shape happened but then I put my arms out and looked like a 5 year old pretending to be a plane. To skiers of note they would be rolling on the floor slapping their thighs in hysterics, but finally I felt the edges of the skis carve through the snow at a rather alarming speed but, and this is the crux, I had total control. It only took 20 lessons and 2 months of constant skiing: Female Old Git (FOG) on the other hand had been doing this weeks ago…; I’ll refrain from further comment.


It wasn’t just Male Old Git (MOG) that was full of hot air in the Alps!











We come to the end of our stay at Les Gets / Morzine and there is a tinge of regret at leaving as it has been exactly the type of area that suits intermediates like us.

Good memories of the boys' visit, as seen during a quiet après ski...










Despite the sibling rivalry they're good friends…!

The food bill dropped remarked after they left...

There are the lively bars for the siblings and ‘oldie’ bars but a thoroughly enjoyable experience all round, except of course the weak £, but I can’t blame the French for this… well not yet anyway, I’ll wait until I’ve crossed the border. I suppose having the best snow conditions and gorgeous weather in living memory helped!

FOG reflecting on the stay with a glass of something.

We were blessed with the most stunning views:

Luckily we move out of France just before the Six Nations Rugby tournament starts and, with England’s recent performances, I think we stand little chance against any of the Celtic countries let alone France. However let’s hope the new guns like young Ben Foden will change England’s fortunes…; I’ve had to mention that as we know his parents! We move into Italy on the day they make a visit to Twickenham; I just hope I am not tempting providence, but we should win this one…; come on Foden!

Fortunately the Old Gits didn’t need one of these which is surprising but am I tempting providence again?

We are staying in Alagna in the Monterosa ski area and I had better state now I have a very soft spot for Italy. I suppose when you work for the Italians for over 12 years you just can’t help but love the country. Is it the culture, fashion, food, wine, weather or the language that I find so appealing…, I suspect it is everything rolled into one.

Future Blogs will become a little more difficult so we will endeavour to post one at least once a week and then we may have to edit them and add photographs when we have a proper internet connection…

Old Gits have moved on… spot the MOG’s bent pole, caused by one of the many 'wipe-outs'!






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