On the roof of the world...

Hello my friends....with profound apologies, I am now ready to bring you news of Border terrier HQ's annual ski trip...

.....we drive to France...we go on the train that goes in the tunnel which goes under the sea..its furry exciting...can you see me? I am a stowaway because I have no passport....

....the Colonel and I made sure we took proper mountain clothing with us....it does not pay to have cold ears....we are just settling down in our hotel for the night....we will drive the rest of the way to the mountains tomorrow...

...up at Yawn O'clock the next day to get on the road before the rest of Europe....

....our first party of the trip was secured and eaten on the way...very civilised.....

...the Colonel was not entirely enamoured of the weather on the way down....it was a bit rainy and a bit windy....

...but we finally arrived safe and sound on Saturday evening after some monstrous traffic jams and having to don the snow chains to face a final hour in a blizzard as we drove up the hairpins into the resort...we are at Les Menuires....

...in the morning the Colonel and I checked that the full breakfast order had arrived....delivered to your door by the local bakery every morning at 7am!...I love France...

....and a little something to put a spring in your step.....

...the first day was a bit snowy and a bit foggy and that makes skiing quite a tricky prospect....

....although it does seem to improve lunches quite a bit....

...and in the evening the Colonel and I constructed a spaghetti bolognese for the tired skiers.....*garlicky paws*....

.....we found evidence that pastries have been eaten in the mountains since the oldy times...by our ancestors...*ahem*

...in the morning I tweeted a live weather forecast from the balcony....today, better than yesterday....

...it was the Colonels turn to venture out....

....but despite his orders the clouds would insist on rolling in....

...and when the sky and the floor are the same colour its time to head in for safety's sake....

....see?...much safer here...

....we had a very nice view of the slopes from our apartment....behind me is the local bar....

....i am glad i have a high-quality mohair ski suit to keep me warm....

....it helped when TT and I had to take the rubbish out to the recycling centre through the village...

....the sun did show its face and we had glorious weather and perfect skiing conditions for most of the week...here i am at 3,000m or 9,000 ft on top of a glacier....

....glorious no?....

....and after years of doing this there is nothing too big for me to tackle.....

....fruit...one or two of my five-a-day....

...I am just looking after this for a friend....

...er...we have a lot of friends....

....and it was still a bit Christmassy in the Alps.....

..as the Colonel and I were alternating ski days I got to relax in the apartment....

...which was lovely when the sun came out....

...although i was responsible for logistics and route planning....

...and on Thursday nights we joined @henryandfriends for our weekly #keepfits class......*streeeeetch*

...we missed our final day skiing because thick fog rolled in to town so we loaded up the car and headed for home....we drove for 14 hours across France and eventually arrived home on Friday night ...a whole day ahead of schedule...

....someone was very pleased to have us home....

...now, as you know, I usually include a little video here to prove to you that I was doing actual skiing....but tis year we miserably failed to get any suitable footage....we had difficulty using the iBone on the slopes and the glare off the screen meant that the best we had was a few crazy shots of my ears....pfffft....

Its good to be home....woof...Clapton...