Knowing that by bed time I’d be in the French Alps, I enjoyed a long, large and leisurely cooked breakfast in the very grand Thornton Hall with Clare. By three thirty, after a bit of shopping I was parked up at Liverpool Airport where the temperature had reached record levels for this time of year.
As we took off over the Mersey, the sun was beginning to set abs I could see the familiar peaks of Snowdonia in the distance.
Moments later we were passing over the Isle of Wight. I was on my way for an adventure on skis...
Arrived in Les Houches near Chamonix later on. Tomorrow over the border to Switzerland and up into the mountains above Arolla...
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