We sow our crops as soon as the first new guests enter the resort, we cultivate and care for them, feed and water them and hope our seed has been planted in fertile soil. We harvest every Sunday as the guests leave the chalet. Some weeks it is a good harvest, other weeks it is not so good. We can expend all the time and effort we have but if the ground is not receptive, nothing will grow and we will be left with nothing.
It can be tricky to gauge at the start of the week just how big the harvest will be, though it does become apparent through the week as you weigh up the characters of the guests and their likely tipping output. Most weeks for you host have been very bountiful and to all our guests I send my warmest thanks.
Half term is a strange time of year, the children crawl out of the classrooms and are herded onto the slopes, all shouting and crying and eating and running and taking up space on the piste. It does baffle the mind when the ESF (Ecole de Ski Francais - the local ski teaching racket) take their young charges through the ski park.
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| Your typical Park Rat grinding a box |
The ski park is where people go when they decide that skiing just is not dangerous enough, full of jumps and boxes and rails, every piece is designed to break bones and shatter dreams. And these ESF chaps guide these small children over jumps and boxes. So now a favourite game is to take a crate of bevvies to the bottom of the park and consume everytime one of these little buggers falls over, extra points for pile ups.
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