Today is my day off, and what better way to spend it than downhill skiing.
Lots of fresh snow overnight at the ski resort means that it's irresistible to my other half, and we're joined by a friend who also is in the skiing mood.
A short 30 minute drive and we're in the car park, with not a lot of other people. The day is murky, windy and snowing, which has probably put a lot of people off venturing out onto a restricted visability mountain.
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