After successfully auditioning yesterday as stunt double for Eddie the Eagle I was somewhat nervous this morning when we returned to the slopes of lovely Sauze d'Oulx. But also heartened to wake to another postcard-perfect day, with the snowy mountains glaringly white in the bright morning sun, with not a breath of wind.

Along with the rest of Italy we queued up for the quad chairlift. Someone yesterday had told me that this was likely to be the busiest ski weekend of the season due to it coinciding with a half-term holiday.

That would explain the flocks of tiny children on skis - and in some cases snowboards, each the size of a small ironing board - all students of the various ski schools dotted around the mountainside. Some of these kids are so tiny I figured they must be skiing in nappies.

Yesterday, on one of my many falls, a bright green snake of them used me as a slalom to swish around on their infuriatingly confident way down the hill. I wanted to stick a ski out and trip one of the little blighters up but didn't have the strength to lift a leg.

These embryos were also partly responsible for a couple of my tumbles because I didn't want my clumsiness to interrupt their lessons, and so, on occasion, I found myself having to take rapid evasive action to avoid them, sometimes with startling snow-showering consequences.

However, dear reader, you'll be pleased to know that my sprained thumb and bright purple left hip hardly bothered me at all today, but I nevertheless resolved to stay on the easy slopes and improve my technique. Catherine meanwhile snowboarded her way across Europe. I have no idea where she is as I sit writing this on a sunny terrazzo at a busy apres-ski bar.

Anyway, my on-piste performance improved markedly during the afternoon, partly through practice but also thanks to my wee GoPro camera. Having accidentally left all the camera strap-on equipment in the apartment I had to resort to using the selfie stick, which meant skiing with one hand holding both ski poles and the other holding the camera.

What I discovered is that my skiing improved dramatically, and I think it's because I was concentrating more on holding the camera steady and in the right position. I was less concerned about my skiing technique. Plus of course I was acutely aware that if the camera was pointing down at my skis then I didn't want you seeing shabby amateurish skiing, so I tried harder.

My filmic activities almost reached a serendipitous climax when I found myself sharing a chairlift with Jude Law. It looked very like Jude, only with a beard, but the eyes gave it away, and as we both silently fell into the chairlift and lowered the safety bar, I wondered what I should say. I tried to remember all the movies I'd seen him in, and what characters he'd played, but of course could think of only a couple.

We made brief eye contact and I wondered whether he was waiting for me to ask him if he really was The Youn Pope , but before I could he said, in a thick Italian accent, 'Eet ees verry warrum to-die!'

So, not Jude then. Disappointamento. I had rather hoped I could persuade him to appear in my film, 'The Eagle has Crash-Landed', but sadly not.

Never mind. Given that I'd improved my skiing thanks to the GoPro, I could modestly present myself a notional award for Best Performance in a Snowy Downhill Environment. A peak performance in fact.