Well, it’s finally happened – Verbier has turned back into a ski resort and everyone’s been walking around with massive grins on their faces.
Apart from Kato, who’s been skulking around looking miserable all day. Although that might be largely a result of going to the opening of the Casbar last night…
Anyway, it’s hard to believe that last Sunday we were walking around the golf course wearing t-shirts and sunglasses, and it was impossible to imagine it ever turning into a piste.
But this morning everything had been buried underneath tons of perfect snow. So Sandy and I took a trip up in the bubble to see what it was all about.
Now, a lot of people might be worried that when they get back on snow it takes ages to get the feeling back – it all feels a bit weird and tricky. The consolation is that it’s pretty much the same for everyone, and I certainly didn’t feel particularly clever…
So imagine my delight when the normally faultless young Sandy sailed over a ridge and ended up using his face to help slow him down. And I personally couldn’t have been happier when on the very next run he did exactly the same thing, in exactly the same spot.
I’ve attached the photo to help you share my joy.
Still, training starts with Jules and Michel tomorrow, and Sandy might have got it out of his system. But I live in hope…
