Home time. We load the car, start the engine and set off, bang on our planned departure time of 7.55 am. At 7.55 am and 30 seconds we are sliding gracefully back down the chalet drive, the traction advantages of front wheel drive overcome by a combination of fresh snow, a full boot, driver plus 3 passengers and low profile tyres. A liberal coating of salt is applied to the drive, the passengers discarded and we make a second, fruitless attempt. The drive is now offering all the grip of the Whistler luge track. More salt is applied & Mrs W installed behind the wheel, her delicate touch deemed more suitable to the conditions. A third attempt is made and, with engine screaming and wheels spinning, she reaches the summit and is away, hotly pursued on foot by myself and the junior Wilds. We clamber aboard like a well drilled 4 man bobsleigh team, and gain momentum as we head down the mountain.
We battle peage queues, traffic jams, regular screams of 'they're braking' from Mrs W, petrol queues, toilet queues, the Eurotunnel, the M25, tiredness, DVT and the disappointment of a 94th minute equaliser by Scunthorpe and arrive home after 14.5 hours on the road. A long trip, but worth every minute.
Thank you to our great friends Jackie, Steve, Jenna, Ben, Andy, Cameron & Scott for your excellent company, to Michelle, Gordon & Sarah (ChezMichelleMorzine) for being magnificent hosts and to Paul (The Edge Snowsports) for the superb tuition. See you next year.
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