So I woke up yesterday morning and tried to keep my mind off the challenge ahead. We dropped Caroline off at her lesson and then Dom and Jon took me off to the Saint Jacques chairlift.

Jon went in a seat ahead then Dom and I in one behind. We were scooped up and bounced around - not a good sensation. Then came the moment I had been dreading: the end of the lift. It turned out to be nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, but I still fell over and took Dom down with me!

We headed off to the left and my turns were working nicely. Next came a really steep bit which I couldn't manage, then a long fairly steep run which should have taken about five minutes but which took me four falls, as many huffs, much coaching and I finally reached the bottom about an hour later.

It was done, over. Thank God.

The snow really came down in the afternoon and visibility wasn't great which was a good excuse for Caroline and I to head to the pool. The boys went out for ages though. The word is that the powder is awesome (apparently).

The best thing is after a good night's rest I'm dying to get out there and do it again!

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