It’s strange to ride the ski lift into the clouds. One moment you can look back at the village, and the next it goes white. You can see the ski lift ahead of you and you think you can make out the lift ahead of that — maybe — but not much else.
At the top as mum and mama look at the map, you can’t hear the tinkle as you wet your nappy over the wind. Thankfully, you’re all rugged up, and you don’t even have to get bits off to go to the loo!
After a few warmup runs, your parents decide to give that really long run on the other side of the mountain a go. So, after reaching the top, it’s down the other side, past the spot you recognise where you messed you nappy and then to the bottom of the ski lift that carries you to the other summit.