Big Bear Smooch

Reuben waited patiently with me at the foot of the run whilst Callum had a private ski lesson, being too young for ski school. Callum himself was much too fond of racing down the hill though to be paying any attention to the instructor's requests that me make a pizza slice with his skis.

"I don't want to make a pizza".

He had a point.

But despite always finding great pleasure in Callum's pursuits, this was one occasion when Reuben really would've have been happier being in Callum's boots.

"Tomorrow", I reassured him, "You'll be skiing tomorrow"...