We don’t get white Christmases very often in Birmingham, so we thought we’d do something about it—and the rather poor Birmingham skiing—by spending the festive season in France.
We came to Le Praz de Lys last year for a mountain marathon, but it looked like a fun place to ski in winter, especially as Rachel is just learning. The slopes are very quiet, the lift tickets are half what they are up the road in Morzine, and best of all, we’ve had gorgeous blue skies and sunshine ever since we’ve got here.
So far, there have been no casualties, although Rachel did end up skiing off a small cliff and ending up with her skis over her head in loads of very soft snow. Sorry, but I was too busy rescuing her to take any pictures. I’ll try to do better in future.
Apart from that, we’ve been stuffing our faces with excellent French food—we’ve been promised fondue tonight—and generally enjoying the scenery and culture.