Shattered

I can't remember feeling this tired in a long time. Tim and I both had lessons again today. Mine turned out to be a private lesson so Jim took me off piste, through bump fields and in and out of trees. It was fantastic but the weather was terrible. At one point all I could see were my skis - It all adds to the fun though of course. Tim's day was pretty much the same - at one point he lost his instructor in the white out but luckily he had a lovely lady to follow down the slope who he hoped could see the instructor in front of her.

Not much else to say. I can't comment on the scenery as I didn't see any.