Flying Flumlet

Well, not quite flying (nor speeding if I'm honest) but definitely moving under gravity down the ski slope.

Pleased to be back after yesterday's disappointment of a cancelled lesson, today included learning to use the tow, which they all likened to the flying fox, or zipline, familiar as all the playparks are equipped with them.

I did not hear a single complaint when rain began pouring down (though had they done so they would probably be assured that was nothing compared with falling in the snow) but continued to the end of class, by which time the sun had emerged.

So it was back to the car and, wrapped in the cosy travel blanket, delivered home.