The lead up to Christmas in London seemed to be a flurry of activity with plenty of shows attended, work functions and a few trips to the Christmas markets. We had such a good time snowboarding in Val'disere with our friend Kate last Christmas that Jake and I forego the orphans Christmas parties in London and went for a short jaunt back to the French Alps. This time to a town called Chamonix. We didn't exactly enjoy the 24 hours bus ride to the Alps from the UK last year and knowing we were only going for four days rather then the week we forked out a bit more for flights to Geneva and a short transfer to Chamonix. Now although it had been pretty cold in London and the odds that it might snow on Christmas had dropped at the TAB it hadn't been a very cold start to winter in Europe at all. I had been trying to ignore it and had been hoping for the best but on Christmas eve before logging off from work I checked the weather report. In Chamonix or Cham as the seasonaires call it there was only three runs open across all of the mountains. It wasn't looking good for a white Xmas this year. |