So Christmas dawns with the yummy smell of bacon (which is how all days should dawn if they were putting the effort it, really) and the traditional exchange of Christmas pressies takes place between yours truly and Mr R...well actually it was a bit of a one sided exchange as Mr R had left my present at home on the grounds it would be 'too obvious' if I saw it, (for which you will have to wait until I get to the 27th for the truth to be revealed, but suffice it to say, that obvious?, no, not unless you were the one who went in to the shop and bought it...I think it was an excuse to fit more beer in the car....)
My gift was rather selfless, even if I do say so myself :), gift vouchers to the gun store. Yep, they do Christmas Gift Vouchers in the gun shops - so that Christmas, Valentines, Anniversary, Easter, birthday sorted for the next 50 years....repetative yet appreciated!
Post phone calls to the UK team (happy Christmas! everyone post yummy dinners and obviously a few 'orange juices' were consumed) we headed out to the slopes....
....now abit short on the photographic evidence as dropped the camera on its h
ead a few weeks ago and to be honest its been a bit dodgy ever since and finally packed up its camera clogs on Christmas Day...but there WAS a BRIGHT BLUE SKY, snow like icing sugar, just below 0C , no wind and NO people for every day we where there (ok might have had to wait for a minute at one lift queue on the Sunday as things turned 'hectic').
ead a few weeks ago and to be honest its been a bit dodgy ever since and finally packed up its camera clogs on Christmas Day...but there WAS a BRIGHT BLUE SKY, snow like icing sugar, just below 0C , no wind and NO people for every day we where there (ok might have had to wait for a minute at one lift queue on the Sunday as things turned 'hectic'). They call them 'bluebird' days as the sky looks like the wings on this guy....and we had 3 in a row!
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