Finally, I made it up the distillary zigzags for a run. The dogs came with me but kept by my side so much I was nearly tripping over them. They were great companions and distracted me from the unaccustomed pain of keeping going up a hill without stopping. At the point at which I took their photo, I also took the photo of the ski slope (zoomed in a bit). Finn was up here at this time, but he wouldn't have had to wait in many queues from the look of it. Both children had a day each, one on Saturday and one on Sunday. Happy kids. I turned round and took a picture of home from the same point. Also zoomed in. I'll leave you to guess which house. The last photo is from Granny and Papa's house. They look at the other side of the mountain that we look at from our house. It felt like we lived in Italy. The ski holidays we have had there have the same wonderful dry and warm weather with all that snow and cold nights. Can't believe it has gone on for so long. I had thought I might go for another run with the dogs on my day off tomorrow when the children reminded me that I have still only paid off £10 of my £120 ski pass. So I am being advised to go boarding tomorrow. That would take another £26 off it. I wonder if I could get a tan and sun streaked hair in one sitting? But I must be mindful of the time I tried to get a tan on the ski slopes and got a big red balloon of a face which scared the hell out of everybody who saw me. It was especially frightening when the blisters burst and crusted over.
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