Most of you know that I’m Canadian. Contrary to popular belief Maple Syrup doesn’t flow through our veins nor are we born with skis strapped to our feet. I can ski although not brilliantly and I’ve never needed the services of Mountain Rescue.
I grew up 45 minutes away from Sun Peaks ski resort which is currently being developed in conjunction with Nancy Green of Olympic Gold Medal Fame. When I was growing up it was called Todd Mountain, but apparently Tod means death in German, so to attract more tourists they changed it.
So, I have to admit when I first moved to the UK and came across a dry ski slope I fell about laughing. Who in their right mind would make a ski hill out of washing up brushes? Let me think about it, white fluffy powdery snow…..abrasive material used to scour pans. There doesn’t seem to be any logic in it.
When my family comes to visit, I always take them to the main UK attractions like the Changing of the Guard, the London Eye, Stratford upon Avon, etc but I always have to take them to see the local dry slope and of course we go via the Magic Roundabout in Hemel! They always have the same reaction as me and jump out to take a photo in disbelief.
We’re hoping to go on our first skiing holiday in February so I’m really looking forward to Madame’s first ski lesson, at the Hemel Snow Centre. Apparently, they have real snow…
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I learned to ski at the snowdome in MK – the snow is a lot stickier than French snow, as I discovered on my first morning in La Rosiere. I spent a lot of time on my bottom!