Skiing with and without little l'uns- sponsored post

In 4BC (Before Children) we went on a rather epic skiing holiday in Austria. I should say at this point neither of us had ever been skiing before. Most of our holidays had involved a rather large amount of outdoors but nothing as adventurous as bombing it downhill at silly mph. Still, we were young(er) and foolish and thought it would be a laugh. I'd never realised how exciting Austria ski holidays could be. Never considered holidaying in Austria to be honest. The summer brochure made the walking holidays look good too

We spent two or three days on the baby slopes and that was funny enough. Wifey fell off the drag lift a few times and couldn't get up, so had to be helped before they could start the lift again. There's something acutely embarressing when you're being watched by twenty people glad it's not them having to be helped up.

The lessons lasted all morning and were bizarrely packed with plenty of people from the Irish Republic. It turned out we'd found the only English travel company that took people to that particular resort. Still, once I's schooled myself not to talk like and episode of Father Ted they were great to learn with and I don't think I've laughed so much at falling over and really hurting myself since.

We did of course spend most of those first 3 days with small children weaving in and out of us at speeds that distressed me mightily. The same continued after we progressed on to the scarier runs that were up in the clouds. That first day we got on the cable car up to the heights was a bit daunting I can tell you. If you've met me, you'll know sometimes I forget to remain standing up and trip over my feet a bit. I held my own on the red runs though and even managed a 200 metre ride on by bottom. There's nothing more humilitating once you've ground to a halt and found your limbs still attached and unbroken than to look up the hill and see your ski a few hundred feet distant. It's a long walk. The bruise only came up when we got back to blighty but sitting down for a week was painful to say the least.

It's something we've talked about since the boy has born 3 and a half years ago, given how fearless the little kids seemed zipping around, how we should take the pair of them skiing when Fifi hits 3. That's only just over a year away now, so we'd better get out skates on and start saving up. I think we'd probably look to go back to Austria, as the skiing was good and the gluvine better. In terms of Austria ski holidays, I've been recommended Inghams since they do some good family ski holidays.

I can well imagine the boy doing about 90mph downhill, he gets close to that on his scooter as it it...


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