Genepí

The last morning. A prolonged blast of overnight snow had left a clean white blanket over the plateau and a good three foot of fresh powder on the slopes. My first experience of these conditions, the clouds quickly closed in and I could see little more than the stakes at the side of the piste.

This left me feeling a bit disorientated and claustrophobic before I noticed that I couldn't see below my knees. From a distance I might have looked like a floating torso making it's way down the slope like a dodgem.

Once I got used to it, the extra snow was like a security blanket. Edging my way downhill wrapped in cotton wool.