Hush Puppy

A beautiful morning for a ski up the hill - deep powder, clear skies, no wind, just the still hush of buried countryside, the creak of snow under ski on the way up, and a gentle shushing of powder on the way back down.

(BTW - if you want to know more about skiing uphill, see Sunday's blip.)

The pistes around the village are getting a bit crowded now. Apart from my daily trips up the hill, the local boarder dude has been shredding the top cow field (no cows in residence), and today I spotted another skier heading up the lane. He was in alpine downhill gear so his choices were a bit restricted, but I did have a chat after he'd enjoyed a few runs down the farm lane itself.