Jervis Bay

Friend - It's been a while.

This is a quick hello from Jervis Bay where I'm spending a few days with my folks. It's, well, not bad.

Catch you soon
Finnou

                         

Little L

How cute is my sister?

I, champ

25th of December. Sun, snow, and most punters working their ways through turkeys, away from the slopes. Perfect conditions, then, to flex my skiing muscle.

My entourage was here, of course. Three ladies this time - Ella, mum, grand-maman.

Dad was getting a bit nervous. He said that, with just 20 months (corrected age) and no material skiing experience, I'm falling behind.

BS. Just look at me there: raw talent.

After a good half-hour doing the run, I took the team to a well deserved break. This is Crans-Montana after all. Alcohol, gossip and show-offs are never far away.

Ella got her own hot drink, too.

Second run after the break. More awesomeness.

In actual fact, my performance did attract some attention from passers-by. Mum and dad got a lot of questions about my age, previous training, etc. Mostly from other parents grappling with their 7-year old (ie near-on geriatric) children on skis. Some people shot movies. More talked. All nodded in appreciation.

Fame, at last.

An insider's guide to winter sports

Time to debunk a few myths. It ain't that hard.

First, make sure there's enough snow. Check.

Second, look unfazed whatever happens. Really important, that.

Third, always, always have a back-up plan to get you out of trouble. Or if you get bored.

Fourth, eat appropriately. Usually the kind of stuff that'll make your arteries cringe: melted cheese, dried meat, lots of butter, chocolate.

Finally, know when to kick back. There's no substitute for beauty sleeps.

Remember me when you shine on the slopes this Northern winter.

Little Jay Kay