We may have just had our best week, skiing-wise. The guests weren’t too bad either, very tidy and in total contrast to the previous week. They didn’t even complain when one of the boilers packed in, again, which must have limited their hot water. The previous time it happened the guests were pretty vocal about it. We do seem to lurch from extremes, most messy to tidyest and earlier in the season, nicest guests followed by worst, just to keep us on our toes.
Last weekend’s heavy snow, which marooned the truck of the departing young farmers, meant that conditions were great under foot/skis and we saw the sun almost everyday. I skied 3 times and Roger even managed a forth but the bottoms were getting slushy on Friday. More sun now but no snow does mean that its melting fast for the umpteenth time this season. So we are back with lovely photo opportunities including my negotiating the bank at 7am with the freshly baked bread on our way in for breakfast. It is a little more trodden down now so doesn’t come over my knees anymore but is certainly a fairly unique commute.