It might sound crazy, but every year we skiers can hardly wait for summer to end. Here we are, the school holidays barely finished, and we’re already imagining those snow-dusted peaks, the crunch of fresh corduroy under our skis, that first sip of Glühwein. We’re eagerly projecting forwards to winter’s chill: fumbling with newly hired ski boots, swiping our shiny lift passes, the first gondola up an Alp, adjusting our goggles. Then – swoosh! – a mountain’s worth of adventure unfurling before us.
We’re a resilient bunch, too. We will allow almost nothing to get in the way of our ski holiday, not even the stormclouds that were sent our way last season. Following