My favourite field, snowbound. Needs skiing. If I could remember where I left my skis (I'm not joking) after the last trip some three years ago, I'd have a crack. Must have been one apres-ski Negroni too many. Ah the Negroni! Will I ever press my hungry lips against your glass again?
5 comments:
Nice hill. If only one had a Kelly Kettle, one could fire it up and have a brew. So much dead wood about. Hmmmm. What have we here?
It seems a shame to spoil it....but I'm afraid the temptation would be too much, Just how much snow have you been getting?
Nice ski lift.....will you be hanging the chairs on later?
Welcome back Alice. Great snow Ron. You could start with a snowman, and work up.
Don't talk to me about Italian ski lifts. My one and only attempt at the medieval torture called skiing, up in the Dolomites, came to an abrupt end after I'd fallen off those wretched tractor seats at least eight times. But at least it was my introduction to grappa, served in the hotel by a bloke who was a dead ringer for D.H.Lawrence.
Post a Comment