How did that happen?

Serre Chevalier 1986

When it all began

Watching our daughter ski down really challenging slopes in a stylish and highly proficient manner during our holiday in Whistler, left me breathless.  Just when did that little girl who used to snow plough between my legs in her sweet, one piece suits suddenly blossom into a qualified ski instructor?

I can intellectualise the reasons, not least because we spent a not inconsiderable sum on lessons when she was younger, but, as with so many outcomes of training and education, the impact is still impressive.  And I can feel happy that I made my own small contribution to her achievements!

Whistler 2014 - Happy 20th Birthday, Nerea