The Devonshire Arms is a very nice location and with a great restaurant and cellar too – and the occasion? – a birthday.
Our usual sommelier was absent and so half of the bottles I outlined couldn’t be found(!) but the service and friendliness remained impeccable. For the record, the very well priced Mugneret-Gibourg 1999 Vosne-Romanée was drinking very well 😉
Such a shame – living in Switzerland but this is the first day I’ve managed to ‘properly’ ski all year – in the second week of a virus too, so each long run was followed by much panting for breath. But it was worth it.
My leg now seems healed so I can look forward to next year’s season – I really don’t think I’ve time for more this year- tsk!
On the third day I ditched the ‘langlauf’ skis!
I’d pretty much stopped falling over – except when I couldn’t snow-plow those tiny skis on icy snow – but was frustrated by all the ‘skaters’ zooming past me. I was too slow, and a little bored!
But the next day was gorgeously pretty in the next valley in the Engadin – compared to cloudy and snow in our valley – so a really uplifting day walking between the small Engadin villages, with a view towards the Swiss National Park. We really must go back in the summer to do some walking – simply gorgeous scenery and small villages.
Well, I have to stave of boredom, despite being in the spectacularly pretty mountains. Okay not that pretty today due to cloud and snow!
So if I can’t do downhill, what about cross-country? And then the vexed question of skating or ‘classic.’ I decide that I’m the classic type and take a lesson – I’ve never done it before!
The next hour-plus I fall on my derrière at least a dozen times as my weight goes too much backwards – this hardly ever happens in downhill as you’re balanced by the pitch of the hill. But anyway, I think I’m getting the hang of it – even if my derrière disagrees!
Regular readers will be aware that each year in January I disappear for what I like to call ski-training before doing a downhill race in Mürren.
Well, about 10 days ago, jogging at night in Chablis, I failed to observe a chain between two massive ‘plant-pots’ – I hit the ground hard and fast, and made a mess of one of my shins. Still, it was just flesh!
That’s what I thought anyway; putting my skiboot on was not totally comfortable – but skiing got harder and harder until it simply wasn’t possible. I’m aparently fit – I can walk or run – but it seems I can’t lean forwards into my boot. Race? I can’t even get down a blue run properly – I must have actually bruised the shin-bone. Curses…
I think I need a great Chablis!
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