Beginner skier Katie Forster and her friends find a budget break in the Alps full of unexpected twists and turns
Skiing isn’t meant to be like this. Surely there’s no point in four girls going on an Alpine winter holiday unless it’s to live it up in a catered chalet, popping bottles in the chopper before bombing down a black run with a film crew in tow? Or at the very least a drone.
Instead we’re staying halfway up a mountain in a tiny apartment. As we drag our bags round the bends of the near-vertical road, my friends raise their eyebrows at me and I hope it’s not much further. I flex my fingers beneath my mum’s old gloves, realising they were probably warmer in the 80s, and continue uphill.