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As suspected, last night’s Mardis Gras festivities were utter, brilliant carnage.

There are loads of photos that I’m going to be getting my mits on soon, but for now you’ll have to get an idea of how daft it was just from the picture below of Sandy (the lanky-grade-one-tech-passing-falling-over-machine) dressed as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

More evidence to follow.

PS it snowed last night (but it turned into a little pesky rain in town by the time everybody surfaced with their post-festivities hangovers this morning), and blue skies forecast for the rest of the week.

Laaarverly.

Sunshine is great – especially when said in Sandy’s best comedy Manchester accent. Or maybe by Noel Gallagher.

Suffice to say, we’ve got loads of it again today, so everyone’s raced up the hill to enjoy it – if they’re not busy teaching, or hammering down Savoleyres doing race training with Alex. Or if they’re not me – sitting in my flat going through the es website and writing a list of amends and adjustments.

It’s glamorous stuff…

Rumour is that more snow is coming middle of the week – the remnants of the filthy weather everyone seems to have had back in Blighty. It’s also set to get a bit cheeky on the wind front over the next few days – you can see the wind starting to whip up the fresh snow up high in the picture below…

Plus it’s Mardi Gras on Tuesday. Which will be pure carnage, so – if I’m in any kind of fit state to type – we’ll be sticking up the evidence in pictures on Wednesday over an Alka-Seltzer.

Last night we had a dusting of snow, and we all woke up in a very cloudy and very white Verbier.

The weather forecast said scortchio, but that was clearly rubbish. Which is why I took out loads of warm clothes, no sun cream and the low-visability lenses in my goggles.

Fool.

By 10.30 we were sweltering in La Chaux, all the cloud had gone and we were treated to stunning views across to Mont Blanc.

I was sweating like a pig in a sausage factory.

The moral of this story? Have a little bit more faith in snow-forecast.com. And with this in mind, they say it’s going to snow tonight.

So tomorrow I’m leaving the suncream at home, putting on loads of warm clothes, and crossing my fingers…

Something starting to happen in the stratosphere this evening…

Bruson is great – ok, maybe a bit icy, and there are the T-bars, but still great. And it’s covered by your Verbier lift pass, so we popped over today for a look.

The lift takes you to Le Chable, get the bus over and head up on the old-and-knackered-but-cool two-man chair.

It’s not too high, but it’s SO quiet it’s unbelievable.

However, if you go over – and you should – get the bus back to Chable. The ski down the tracks can be a little ‘agricultural’…

Oh, and don’t get up three hours late with a hangover and miss the bus.

And don’t go with Iggy and Stef.

The lads at the top:

The snow disappears en route to Chable:

Ah, a few days off and couple of my stupidest friends in town – doesn’t get much better than this.

The sun’s been out constantly (well, not at night, but you know what I mean), and the snow’s been a bit, well, spring-like. Which is odd for January, but we’re more than happy with it.

And there’s more sun to come, so we’ll hopefully get you a couple more shots of my foolish mates on the hill in the sunshine.

Meanwhile, here’s a photo of Stef and I on Mont Fort, as seen from way above by Ian on the cable car. It’s not very high resolution, but then again it was taken by one of my stupidest friends…