You have to get up early to get first tracks at the famous Chatsworth ski resort in Derbyshire. Fortunately, not too early, as there was plenty of untouched powder when we showed up around 1pm. Conditions were great with 10cm of powder on a base of clumpy grass. The only disappointment was that the lifts were a little slow.
Rachel met powder snow for the first time while skiing, and handled it very well. Richard met a cow. Unfortunately, the day was devoid of cake.
No cake, but the cow can smell it in your pocket?
The cows were far too interested in the skiing – I hurtled down the slope at one point and they all followed at great speed. We gave up in this field (across the road from our house) very quickly and went in search of real slopes, with no cows! π
Cows on skis, I can see it now…
you need to get a Husky to pull you up the hills….. my main disappointment was finding that the posh ski hire shop you see in the background seemed to be closed for hiring stuff out…..
You went skiing at Pemberley?
In a sense, I suppose we did.
[From the carpark] we gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found ourselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by ‘Pemberley House’, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;Γ’β¬βand in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned. Rachel was delighted. At that moment she felt that to be skiing at Pemberley might be something!
With apologies to Jane Austen.
Did you emerge from the slopes without your shirt and with body glistening in the late afternoon rays? π―
I didn’t think this was that kind of blog. π³
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