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Mark McKellar, proves the fastest ES instructor staff training in Verbier last week.

Hopefully I’ll blog again later and stick some stuff up about the ES Cabin Tortin trip, but sadly some of us couldn’t make the last lift up, so had to make do with the Pub Mont Fort. Which still does the trick.

Meanwhile, it’s sunny as ever.

There were rumours of snow arriving last night (and reports from the cabin suggested there was a dusting up high) but this morning the familiar sunshine was back, and it’s feeling a bit like spring.

Splendid.

Although, thankfully, a little too nippy out of the sun for Sandy to start revealing the anemic legs just yet.

But brace yourselves, it won’t be long.

Yup – the enormous ridge of high pressure that’s been sitting on us like a big, fat, high-pressure hot thing is still here.

There’s a filthy rumour that it might pretend to snow on Wednesday, but I’m remaining cynical.

And I’m sure that there are loads of absolutely scintillating peices of gossip floating around resort, but sadly I’ve been getting as much sleep as possible in the sleep-bank, which has seriously inhibited my rumour-mungering.

Still, I promise to spend more time hanging about the Fer à Cheval eavesdropping and less time repairing my fragile constitution with gallons of sleep.

In the meantime, here’s a picture of Max and Jack at the top of Plan du Fou. Bless.

Yes, it’s been half term carnage in Verbier – and everywhere else actually. Which means the blog’s been a bit light on news.

Although, it’s not been that busy, really. Televerbier are excitedly bandying around figures in the hundreds of thousands relating to how many people went through the area over last weekend, but the queues haven’t been too bad.

OK, we’ve had a few hotspots first thing in the morning, and the run into resort is still the lottery it’s always been, but a pretty chilled week in spite of the huge numbers floating about.

I’m starting to wonder where they actually go – perhaps there’s a wormhole somewhere on Greppon Blanc that billions of people disappear into each day.

Whatever the reason, queuing has been minimal. Which is nice.

And speaking of nice, the weather’s been phenomenal. Deceptively cold air temperature, but then boiling in the sun. Laaarvely. Have a picture. In fact, have two:

And next week looks set to be calmer still – although, due to the staggered holidays across Europe, there should be quite a few people about over the next fortnight.

So right now we’re getting the wagons in a circle and bracing ourselves for the Parrisians… Still, on the evidence so far, we’ve got nothing to worry about. Apart, perhaps, from some poor queuing etiquette.

Mardis Gras 2008. A good year, I think you’ll agree…