A Skiing holiday after a gap of 18 years

I used to go on skiing holidays regularly, having started skiing almost before it became fashionable. It took me several years before I got passingly competent. And then I stopped going skiing; music summer school holidays were the siren song that called me away. That song faded, and so, when I had an opportunity to rediscover skiing, I took up on it. These pages aim to tell the story of how it went.

Travel, and the first day’s skiing

A rambling about skiing and ageing

France v Italy

Skiing in the ’80s and 70s