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I had contemplated
bringing a copy of ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE with me to read.
Instead, I plumped for Blackstone’s unabridged audio CD of OHMSS
read by Robert Whitfield. Whilst we lay on our beds, Nick listening
to the latest Strokes album and me at the bit where Bond
arrives in Zurich to be met by Irma Bunt, I looked up at the moon
outside our window over the already darkening mountains and felt
very happy and content. Dinner was like the night before, a very
welcome event as the exertions of the day had sharpened our
appetite, to say nothing of our thirst! During the meal we talked
about what we might be doing tomorrow at our first lesson at the Ski
School.
We awoke Monday
morning at 7.20am after a good night’s sleep, a little bruised and
battered, to the unfamiliar musical sound of the small digital
travelling alarm clock Carole had recently bought me. Then a quick
shower and shave and down to breakfast dressed ready for our first
morning’s skiing! After the hotel’s delicious homemade muesli, some
Swiss cheese, wurst, a couple of slices of wholemeal bread spread
with honey plus two cups of very strong black coffee I was certainly
ready for what lay ahead. Nick on the other hand was still coming to
terms with having to face a time of day that was a stranger to him!
We made our way
down to the basement to struggle into our boots and pick up our skis
and sticks that we had put there the previous day. Then came the
difficult ascent up the stairway outside to the road and the even
more awkward walk, with skis and sticks balanced over our shoulders,
round to the Ski School. After much huffing and puffing we arrived
at the school and nervously waited for the instructor to arrive for
the first of our daily 2-hour lessons. |
