Back from skiing in Austria.

I have not been on my blog for a week. The reason for this is a very long awaited holiday. We booked a skiing holiday over a year ago and have been counting down the days to it ever since. When my Man and I were young and carefree we went skiing a lot. We even thought about going to work in a ski resort, but ended up being too chicken!

My Man is a good skier. He flies down any slope, finds jumps and has no fear. I am a reasonable skier as long as I can see where I am going. I do, however, have a reputation amongst those who know me, for spending quite a lot of time sobbing down slopes when I can't see where I am going...

I am safe, steady and completely without any nerve... By that I don't mean I am brave, I mean I am a scaredy cat.Anyway, it doesn't really matter. What matters is we had a lovely time and the best bit was being together as a family.

The boys have skied once before when they were 4 and 6. Now, 7 years later they were amazing - brave, safe, controlled. I really would have liked to stay in the mountains for ever. They are just beautiful - as you can see...