Snowside Break In Courchevel

Earlier this week I touched down in London town after a week away on the slopes.

I've been an awful blogger lately so I thought I'd make it up to you by taking you back to Courchevel with me, ok? Grab your salopettes and hop on board, sailor.

We're meeting the Ward's at Terminal 5 to catch our flight to Geneva. Don't worry about your passport, we can sneak you onboard in my hand luggage. 

It's not like I'm already 10kg over the limit anyway.

We're here! It's so pretty. We're staying in Le Portetta just down the road.

Let's take a peek around our new pad for the week, shall we?















Why don't you head on over to that snuggly sofa right there and I'll fix us something to eat. I hope your hungry, I know I am. Let's see whats cooking.

Can I tempt you with a glass of wine?

A jacket potato, perhaps?

Howsabout a bowl of eton mess? I didn't think you could resist that one.

Let's hit the hay so we're fresh for tomorrow morning. It's been two years since I last put on a pair of skis and we've got four hour private lessons booked all week long!

A breakfast for champions is in order, methinks. Scrambled egg, bacon and toast.





Lucky for us, our commute is pretty simple. The gondola is basically next door.



It's a beautiful day, let's do some skiing and catch the end of the polo before heading back. It's K's belated birthday party so we're on cake baking duty.

But first, C's making supper. And not just any supper, those right there, my friend, are dauphinoise potatoes. And I'm having second servings!

Time for the birthday girl to blow out her candles and get rested up for tomorrow.

In fact, why don't we fast forward the next few days of badass skiing, banuffin baking, apres skiing, fajita making, cider drinking, hip flask filling, drunken bundling & triffle eating and head straight to the relaxation chapter. What do you say?

I thought you'd like that idea. Now, it's our last full day and I don't know about you, but I am aching in places I didn't even know existed. There are few things which dippy cheese and a day at the spa can't cure, and skiing is certainly not one of them. 

In fact, they do the job rather nicely.

Especially when served with chutney, hot chocolate and good company.

...On a snowy balcony draped in cuddly blankets.

...Watching skiers dressed in banana us tumbling down slopes.

Now, about that spa. I fancy a mani pedi, a massage and a good steamin' session.

Much better. Let's resume our seats on the balcony with a pot of tea before it's cocktail o'clock. The Boy is on bar tender duty and this is bound to get messy.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I hope you're feeling as hungover as I am. Let's try and shake it off with a spot of family lunch. We've got a flight home to catch later. It's back to England we go!

I'm starting with the French onion soup.

And finishing off with that gigantic burger right there.

Hands off my tomato, cheeky.

I hope you enjoyed our last supper. You went for the chicken pannini with chunky chips, just so you know. I may or may not have taken a bite and it may or may not have been delicious.

Time to pack up our things and hop in a cab to the airport.

Le Portetta, Courchevel 1650, it's been truly magical. Thank you for having us.

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