Ugh, things have piled up again in the last week, and so my backlog-clearing attempt hasn’t gained much ground. I climbed more in the past seven days than I did in the middle 6-8 months of 2014, and I’m pushing myself to improve my level, rather than just staying happily at the same level that I am after a six-month no-climbing hiatus due to the terrible summer that we experienced over here (it’s not just you, Britain!)
Unlike in England, where as soon as Christmas is over we start to think about spring, and eventually summer (and all those long, balmy, imaginary summer evenings) in Switzerland, Christmas is just the start of the winter, and the skiing season. In fact there is an official school holiday which roughly coincides with the spring half-term holiday, that is actually called the skiferien, or skiing holiday.
At the weekend I made another attempt at learning to ski, which went a lot better than the first round a couple of years ago. This time we managed to find a hill with a manageable slope, and without family onlookers, come to watch the ausländer struggling to stay upright on her skis. Like a newborn foal trying to stand, only less successful. This time however, I actually managed to stay upright on my own, and more than half of the time without holding onto The Boy. Which I count as an unqualified success. (It’s very rare here to see people older than about five having any trouble with skis: knowing how to ski is just part of Swissness. Like knowing when to give up on your national sports team, open another beer and accept defeat is part of Britishness.) On the downside, I’m still so bad at balancing that I can’t use the ski lifts, which meant we had to walk up every hill that we wanted to ski down, so the leg muscles in the top of my calves (which I didn’t even realise existed until yesterday!) are pretty angry with me, and aren’t having any more of it for now. They’re demanding r&r.
So I will leave you to enjoy the snowiness of the Swiss winter in abject jealousy.