Sorry for delay, only just got internet connection.
Salterford House Ski Trip
Day 1 – The journey
The day began bright and early. After a few hugs, kisses and tears, we were on our way. The drive to Manchester was trouble free and we arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare.
On arrival, we were met by some exceedingly friendly check-in staff from fly2.com. They even managed to smile when they told us that we were not booked on the aeroplane and would not be able to check in! Mass confusion all around. Had we made a mistake? Did we come a day early? Surely not. Mr Martindale took control. After patiently showing our booking reference, flight plan, hotel reservation, passports, birth certificates etc. we were finally allowed to check our bags.
Next hurdle came at the security desk. Macy was singled out for special attention, our first aid kit bag was attacked by sniffer dogs and Max’s toothpaste placed everyone on red alert. After more diplomacy, we were allowed to continue our journey.
The flight was stress free. Nothing much to report apart from Jessie, Tatziana, Jessica and Anushka managed to commit the first crime of the week. What appeared to be a rubber dog toy was chewed, chomped and finally exploded all over the plane. If it wasn’t for Jessica and her baby wipes, we would have been in big trouble.
Upon landing in France we met more problems. According to the ground crew, there had not been a flight from Manchester land at Grenoble today. This was strange as we were sure we didn’t dream the journey. Weary from the flight, we accepted that we were in the wrong and had indeed flown from Gatwick. Only then were we able to retrieve our cases.
Time for the bus to Risoul. Unfortunately, our watches hadn’t been synchronized with our French counterparts and there was no bus there. Still, it gave us chance to visit the world’s most public toilets – “The boys are standing up!” It also gave us a chance to return to the airport to collect Danielle’s jacket which had decided to stay.
Once we got on the coach, it became apparent that Danielle’s coat had the right idea. None of the staff knew the French for “Air conditioning” and our sweaty trek to Risoul had many feeling worse for wear.
We eventually arrived at Risoul when our driver suddenly developed the ability to speak English. “Where are you staying?”
“Hotel Le Morgan” replied Mr Martindale
“Where is it?” asked our fluent Frenchman
“Near the ski slopes?”
Fortunately, a sign post was spotted and we could finally get off the coach and into the hotel. Dinner was promptly served. Vegetable soup, pork in breadcrumbs, potatoes and carrots, lemon tart with cream. After dinner, all the children were fitted with skis etc. and went off to be at around 10.30pm. The clocks go forward tonight, so we have an early start in the morning.
Please pass this on to any parents.
