My friend Tom messaged me the other day and mentioned he was coming to Tignes, the town just after Val d’Isere. Beyond excited I kept in contact until he got here. After not hearing from him for a few days I sent him a message demanding his whereabouts. Finally I heard back from him and I realised he wasn’t staying 20 minutes away but nearly two hours away in a teeny little place called Les Menuires (pronounced ‘Lemon weir’). For this, I gave him an ultimatum. Pick up Ben and I or we wouldn’t be able to see him. He decided to stay on my good side (clever boy) so we ended up in a little village in the three valleys in a lovely chalet right by the river.
As soon as we arrived, one of our chalet hosts, Tom, showed us to our room. At the top of the Chalet and en suite, of course.
We didn’t stay to look around, instead we jumped into our ski gear and headed up the mountain.
|Say hello to Tom, pretty sure you’ve met him before|
Before long we stopped at a mountain restaurant for a spot of lunch, cocktails and chips anyone?
Ben got creative with Ketchup.
We skied until we decided we were done, before heading back to the chalet for cake by the roaring fire.
It didn’t take us long to discover the hot tub and sauna…
When we had thoroughly turned to wrinkled prunes, it was time for showers and supper.
Hot beef salad to start.
Succulent pieces of rare meat on a bed of crisp lettuce drizzled with rich balsamic.
Coq au Vin for mains with steaming red cabbage and broccoli.
After dinner, we all curled up in front of the fire to watch a film before climbing into our big warm duvets and falling fast asleep.