How doing it like the 1pc rekindled my love of skiing
Goggles polished, pastries offered and pre-heated boots clipped on for me – at this glam French resort, the joys of alpine jet-setting kick off even before you hit the powder.
Home run on high: Tandem paragliding above Meribel in France. Sylvain Aymoz
It’s a sparkling sunny morning on the slopes above Meribel. It has snowed just days beforehand and, as I clip into skis for the first time in 15 years, I nervously wait for the answer to the question that has been gnawing at me in the build-up to my trip to France’s sprawling Les Trois Vallees resort: Is it possible to forget how to ski?
My once-budding enthusiasm for the sport had been on a hiatus since a trip to New Zealand in 2010 ended in disgrace: Speeding back from the slopes to my hotel, I lost control of the rental Suzuki Swift and slammed it into an embankment. My skis javellined off the roof rack and speared themselves into the ground.
