Last season – 2021/2022 – was a game of two halves. Well, three halves, really. A bit like one of those black runs where you start off thinking – for perhaps 30 seconds - what a great skier you are, then realise why it’s a black and finally, with jelly legs and ashen face, arrive at the bottom relieved and a little surprised that you’re still in one piece. Unless you’re helicoptered off, it doesn’t matter how bad it was…

I am writing this back in the UK. We’ve been back for a week and already I’m missing La Tania, the sun, snow. And, of course, everyone who took a leap of faith and came to see us over the last few months. I am very aware that to book a ski holiday with a new, unproven business in the midst of a pandemic not to mention Brexit you need, well, as the French would say avoir des couilles. Over…