We took Maisie there in 2010, and then Neddy got to join in the fun too.
Not having skied for a good few years, I think we were both slightly scared about the prospect, but thankfully had the perfect excuse for not going all the way up the mountain straight away, as Maisie was having ski lessons so we wanted to be close, you know, just in case.
Thankfully she didn't need us and took to skiing really well, and skied with us for a bit after her lessons which was lovely.
Neddy meanwhile was at the fab childcare facility being looked after by some lovely girls. So he was a happy boy.
The weather was good to us - sunshine, snow, temperature not too bitingly cold, although we did ski through the cloud one day.
We had lunch one day in one of the little huts with an amazing fire, which we cooked our sausages over. Having been to Scandinavia before it's one thing we try to do, and this trip Jim proved his fire making skills are as good as any Scandinavian (especially as quite a few of them borrowed our matches!)
Of course the drive back to Gardemoen airport was fraught; Maisie was travel sick; we were rapidly running out of time to drop the hire car off; the car hire man pounced on us before we could tidy up and get out; we missed the floor on the lift for departures; a lovely lady directed us to the family security check lane where Neddy didn't like the customs chap and so wouldn't walk throughout the metal detector on his own; and then there was the very long long walk to get to international departures and the debate over whether or not to go through the very final security check to the gate.
Still we made it.
