Saturday, February 28

Courchevel, Day One: A Convincing View

Having to leave your house at 5am for the airport can easily put you off going holiday altogether. Of course it's nonsense to actually give in to that feeling, but I was wondering whether I wanted to go skiing or not this morning. I had also become pretty productive at work which didn't help (funny how the timing with that is, eh?).

All that disappeared once I arrived at Courchevel, despite the coach from Grenoble airport being longer than the flight to France itself. Seeing the slopes alone bumped up the excitement; there was no time to actually ski today but the mountain views and seeing everyone in their ski gear got the imagination flowing.

I've not actually been to France as often as I should have done. Despite that, everything seemed so familiar and friendly; safe if you will. This impression carried on into the chalet in which us six were staying (another two were in another chalet) - it was cool and homely, with the chalet girls' food completing the sense of belonging. It was immediately clear how the whole chalet thing was a big part of the skiing experience; it would have been awesome if there was 12 of us, but as it stood we were lucky enough to cohabit the place with some lovely guys from London.

Having to leave your house at 5am for the airport can easily put you off going holiday altogether. Actually getting there makes you forget all your misgivings.