Posted on November 17, 2007 - by MG
Here’s a photo of the Eggli mountain in Saanen, Switzerland. It’s taken from the hospital where I broke my leg. In fact I had this great view of the slope from my window while I was there, and could watch clouds of billowing snow shot from cannons in the evening and early morning, saw the snow-cats preparing the piste for skiers, and then the carefree skiers sashaying down the slope.
It really made me want to ski again. I promised myself I would too, until I understood the nature and tedium of the physiotherapy that would have been required to restore my hamstring even to it’s formerly feeble state.
And then I thought…meh. Skiing – it’s not that great.
I’m sitting here in my brother and sister-in-law’s gorgeous chalet in a tiny mountain village near Gstaad, watching their twin babies while their parents finally grab a chance to ski. The babies are scrumptious! One pink and one blue. The village sits at the end of the valley, smack up against the Spitzhorn mountain, of which I have a terrific view, also of the nearby glacier (where there’s a roller coaster at 3000m!!!).
And it’s around -10 degrees celsius outside – not even December yet!
Maybe my brother will shut up about global warming for a bit now.
Well I can’t sit here blogging all day. I’ve bottles to prepare and nappies to change!
And a manuscript for ‘Jaguar’s Realm’ that needs looking at…