Ski Weekend

 

Monty has been skiing for many years, after a shaky start when he was 5 years old.  He went to a small ski school in Austria where they only teach kids with special needs. The Porsche family own the ski lifts in Zell am See and give the school free tickets, so at least you don’t have to pay for that part.  Skiing is never cheap, but our local slopes are less than four hours drive away and those one-to-one lessons are a fading memory.

Big brother had gone for a week skiing with his friends and he stayed on so he could accompany Monty for 3 days of skiing.

Even though Monty is actual a very safe skier, people tend not to believe it and they think he must have constant supervision.  In reality, he goes up the ski lift with his brother and he can make his way down entirely by himself.  His brother takes him to all the slopes but mainly the black ones (the hardest), far out of sight of their parents.

This year Monty was on skis and his brother was learning snowboarding; Monty was the one arriving first at the bottom.

To be honest, years ago it was really difficult to ski - the boots, the helmet and all the different kinds of ski lift to get used to.  Some people thought I was mad to be encouraging it.  Now skiing is all instinctive, no need for lessons or even reminders.  The myelin is well and truly doing its job.