Ok, so we actually wake to rain in Morzine which makes us sad, but luckily as we head higher up the mountain the rain turns to snow. Wet snow, but still snow. I also feel a lot better than yesterday.
Tara is away, flying down the slopes, on her first run, whereas everyone else takes a couple of runs to find their ski and ride legs.
After a few easy runs I suggest we head to the tree run that Terri took me on Wednesday as I remember it being quite easy and a lot of fun. Well it was easy, following Terri. Our run down is slightly more shambolic. I find the same route but forget that there is a 2 meter vertical drop ahead and as I am first I go shooting over it. I galipette through the air and land head first in the snow. As I turn midair I do wonder if my skiing holiday is about to come to an abrupt end; luckily my helmet protects me and I am fine, if a little shaky. We stay together skiing until lunch when we meet Dan who has had a lesson this morning. Lunch is at Changabangs again and then I only manage a couple of runs before heading back to the chalet to greet Gareth who is flying in from Cardiff.
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