Haven't said anything about the ski trip last weekend but should record something for posterity. Most annoying thing was....forgot the friggin camera!!! DAMN!!! Well I'll just have to go again then won't I? Anyway, there's nothing quite like gliding along on the white powder, the only colours around are the blue of the sky and the white of the snow, reflecting each other and making the blues bluer and the whites whiter. And then when you get home from the snow and put your head down on your pillow exhausted and close your eyes and the vista opens up again and you can feel yourself gliding downhill again, those blue skies, those white slopes....