Update and Some Exciting News
I’m writing this on the bus back to Oslo. It is snowing quite heavily as we drive south past both frozen and not so frozen lakes…
Is ‘Off Piste’ just another way of saying ‘Lost’?
In which Mrs P and I listen to the sound of silence while skiing above Beitostølen
It’s a small world
Mrs P and I head to Norway for a spot of skiing. But first, some catching up and an unexpected meeting.
Daily ramblings and are Alpine huts a victim of their own success?
In which I update you on our first snowy mountain of the trip and rant about the cost of alpine huts.
So much for one post a day.
In which I try to make up for a complete failure to blog daily by posting one blog that covers a whole week
It’s All Relative.
The precursor to this weekend began way back in the early nineteen-eighties when Mrs P was asked to be a bridesmaid at her second cousin’s wedding.
I got blisters on my fingers!
In which I get blistered hands from climbing fast to avoid a huge thunderstorm. And in which Julie Andrews gets a mention. I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Sisyphus meets the Fern Pass.
Our seemingly sisyphean task of crossing the Fern Pass into Austria is finally over as we arrive in Nassereith.
Hot, bothered and fleeced!
Two very hot days in a campervan called Gandalf with no air-conditioning. And a tale of bank card woes.
Here we go again
Once more unto the breach… We head off to Europe for a spot of mountain madness