For many, the winter of 2020/2021 turned out to be a write-off. Rain check for me please. I had moved to France for the summer, with my skis taking up 20% of my living space, hoping the French resorts would open so I could execute my perfect plan of heading back for another season in Avoriaz, with quite possibly my second favourite job title ever “ Head of Morale”. This didn’t go to plan. Heading back to the UK, head in hand, skis still rocking their summer wax, I had to reminded myself that not getting 100 days skiing wasn’t really something I could complain about. As it happens, now I get to spend my days helping you realise your dreams of skiing. Chatting about skiing with you, sharing my passion for the mountains gives me a huge amount of joy. I’m looking forward to your call.
2014/2015 was the winter I realised that this was a life I wanted to explore. I worked as a Chalet Host in Val d’Isere with a man called Hugo. Upon my arrival, his first question to me, “Do you ski?” My slightly nervous response didn’t fill him with confidence. I was lucky enough to have been on several family trips as a kid but I was by no means a proficient skier. That season, I followed Hugo everywhere, ripping down runs (like only irresponsible seasonnaires do), through the park and most importantly on my first powder day. BOOM. I was hooked. Big shout out to Hugo for waiting for me all season as I rolled about in the powder looking for my skis.
From there it was seasons in La Plagne, Méribel, Courchevel & Avoriaz chasing powder all winter and finding suitable employment and adventure in the summer, cycling, surfing or climbing. I was living the dream.
Then I was tempted back to the UK – I joined a small family company on a 12 month contract. Sadly, I thought this would be the end of my winters in the Alps. Worried about that prospect, I was able to negotiate a very happy middle ground whereby I would take January and February off work and head to Alps. I’d drive over from the UK, a smile growing larger across my face with every kilometre. I was trying for a powder tour of the Europe. I had air in my lungs, coffee by the litre and fuel in tank. I would ski all-day and crash on a sofa with a friend or drive overnight from resort to resort, checking the forecast for the next snow dump. I had a blast. Dropping cliffs, meeting new people, skiing new terrain and catching up with old friends who, like me had had gone to do one season and never really left the Alps.
Then I found SkiBoutique – the perfect blend of work and passion. Now I get to increase my knowledge, share my mountain experiences and introduce you to some of the places that have I have fallen in love with, from that little known burger joint or amazing lunch spots and après bars to some cheeky powder traps and runs that usually hold the best snow.
So here we are - there is skiing for you and skiing for me, what’s not to like. I will be waiting by the phone for your call, excited to help and dreaming of skiing just like you.
Your New Friend in High Places,