Today was day two of our ski trip, also known as, The Day We Discovered Ski Boots Are Not Slippers.
It was our first proper day of lessons. Everyone was up early, making packed lunches (which some of them left at the hotel), and the realisation Ski boots are not made for walking; they are made for… suffering.
Before we even reached ski school, someone (DD) had already lost their gloves. We hadn’t touched snow yet. Impressive, honestly. The gloves had a shorter holiday than we did.
At ski school, our instructor told us we’d be “flying down the mountain in no time.” What they didn’t mention is that first they’d spend 45 minutes learning how to stand up after falling over.
Putting skis on is easy. Staying upright? That’s another story.
Lots of students lost it halfway through the morning. Not emotionally (well… maybe a bit emotionally), but physically. Trying to snowplough downhill while your legs shake is harder than it looks. Who knew stopping required actual skill.
After six hours of imprisoning our toes, we were released directly into a swimming pool. Watching everyone hobble from ski mode to swim mode was the real entertainment.
Despite the falls, the glove incident, and the Great Boot Complaint of 2026; it was a brilliant day. We’re all slightly better at skiing and slightly worse at walking.
Today’s awards go to:
Kamikaze – Jorja fell into a building
Poser – Guy thinks he is better than he is
Muppet of the day – Dylan for losing gloves and spending a third of his money for new ones
– Mrs Wycherley
