Last weekend I went skiing for the first time in my life. Great fun. It was just for one day and we were only on the baby slopes. We took a day out from a long weekend in Vienna. (I love Vienna. Used to live there and try to go back as much as possible)
I didn’t get any lessons so I was happy to be able to stay on 2 legs for any length of time. The only trouble was trying to figure out how to stop. For some reason I confused the stopping technique with early nineties break dancing moves:
Note the not so steep slope I’m coming down from! Here’s what the others were skiing on (made me dizzy just looking!):
Meanwhile back at the ranch; the Spanish contingent managed to get tickets to see Ireland beat Scotland at Croke Park:
