You may have noticed I had a little break from social media and blogging last week, and that’s because I was off skiing! My boyfriend Tony and I try to go every year, and this time we went with his family to Morzine in Portes du Soleil in the French Alps.
As Tony’s brother and sister-in-law were bringing their 15 month old baby with them, we all got the EuroTunnel and drove the 12 hours from London to Morzine (though lucky for me I just got to sit in the back and read my new book – Rebecca Chance’s Bad Brides) We stopped off on the way at a little medieval town called Beaune where we stayed overnight to break up the journey. Not even 5 hours in France and I’d already eaten my first snail (tastier than I expected, but not something I’d rush to eat again!) We had a nice stroll around the town the next day, looking around the market and visiting theHôtel-Dieu Hospital Museum which was very pretty, and allowed me plenty of opportunity to try out my new camera.
|The beautiful roof and courtyard of Hotel-Dieu Hospital Museum|
Then it was back in the car and off up into the mountains!
We were really lucky to have gorgeous bright sunshine all week, with perfectly clear visibility – good for me as I’m a right wimp when I can’t see where I’m skiing! We got some incredible views of the surrounding mountains, and especially of Mont Blanc, which often you can’t see if the cloud cover is heavier. It was absolutely roasting though, with temperatures reaching 19.8oC at the top of the mountain on one day! We actually saw one guy skiing in just his combat shorts and short sleeve button down shirt! This warm weather meant the snow on the slopes did melt quite quickly during the day, so the Blue runs got quite chopped up and slushy by the afternoon, but the Reds were mostly ok, as they were used by less people (I wasn’t brave enough to do a Black run, which were very mogully!) We bought Portes du Soleil lift passes however which meant we could also ski in Les Gets and Avoriaz, which are higher resorts than Morzine, and had more snow, which meant better skiing.
|OK, I admit, I didn’t actually ski down this Black run!!!|
Morzine is a lovely little town, with heaps of bars and restaurants to choose from, as well as 3 supermarkets and a butchers should you want to cook at home. There are lots of cute gift shops, ski clothing shops and a number of bakeries for freshly baked bread and treats. We went to the main one a couple of days and it was literally my Great British Bake Off dream come true – Opera Cake, La Religieuses, mille-feuille, eclairs, fruit tarts and pastries. YUM! I am definitely going to give baking these goodies a go – watch this space!
We rented our skis from Francois Baud Freeride, which I’d definitely recommend if you’re ever skiing in Morzine. The guys in the shop are all so friendly and happy to help you find the most comfortable and best fitting skis and boots you need. The shop is right at the foot of the main bubble lift Le Pleney too, so ideally located, and you can leave everything there overnight so no need to lug your gear across town (or to the bar…!)
Our apartment was really nice, though quite expensive, but again ideally located in the centre of town – and a 3 minute walk from the two big bubble lifts – Le Pleney and Super Morzine (which takes you up the opposite side to Avoriaz). It had 3 ensuite double bedrooms and space for another few people in the spacious lounge at the top of the house, with a huge oven and dining room table – perfect for big parties.
|I loved this old fashioned ski lift decoration at the chalet|
I didn’t have a ski lesson like I usually do, which was probably a mistake, as my skiing didn’t progress too much across the week. I was however quite a bit more confident this year – a lot less wimp outs at the top of steep runs! I only fell over twice (including one spectacular head-over-heels roll down the mountain, landing with my head downhill! All right underneath a chair lift – so I had a seated audience throughout. Brilliant!) I lost a contact lens on the same slope later on too (I sometimes forget to blink when going a bit too fast!!) and trying to put that back in 2000 meters up without a mirror and a howling wind blowing round was interesting to say the least!
I live in Brixton in London. I eat out far too much, am always planning my next trip and have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter.