Hay up, I’ve moved house… again! I am now living in what will be my house for the rest of my degree, which seems pretty crazy. It might be a bit of an understatement to say I love it. Although I’ve been here over a week and the boiler is still a mystery to me. I think it always will be. I’ve been pretty busy over the last month, what with the Christmas period, going away and working. So, I’ll give you a little round up.
Needless to say doing a season is not for the faint hearted there’s a lot of hard work involved just to get a few more hours on the mountain, and let me tell you working on a hangover is not fun. There’s a lot of toilets to scrub, dishes to be polished and arses to be licked; but if your game, then without a doubt it will be the most fun filled 5 months of your life.
First things first…
Cue the weirdest week of my life. Daisy and I were supposed to be road tripping from Surrey to Biarritz on the French/Spanish border, which is exactly what we did. Although it didn’t quite go how we expected. Flexibility and a willingness to say “yes” were both invaluable qualities required on this trip!
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
So I’m officially on my third round of “mid-season” blues and these ones are hitting harder than the previous two. I haven’t really wanted to go out, I’ve not wanted to ski (which let me tell you is highly out of character) and I’ve been spontaneously bursting into tears in the kitchen. At the moment all I want to do is go home, go to yoga and eat a salad. However, I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you about my best days of the season. And hopefully that will help me get out of this downwards spiral! In no particular order my favourite days are:
It’s hit. The mid-season blues. Only it’s not even nearly mid-season. Although this time there is some rhyme and reason to this feeling. I’m ill, like coughing-so-bad-I-vomit ill. Our most fun guests of the season, so far, left on Sunday and now the Chalet feels super empty and a little bit lonely. Added to by the fact we have no guests this week so the Chalet is actually really quiet and I have no purpose here, apart from being ill and sneaking in a cheeky ski.
And so I’m back to my very favourite mountains. The French Alps. I’ve been here for about 3 weeks now, but I’ve been so very busy that I haven’t had time to write, or process very much for that matter. But I’ll tell you this for free, the mountains and the oceans are my favourite places to be.