Day 176, 27 December 2012, Tignes. At least it used to be Tignes... now it's just a massive mound of village shaped snow. It snowed from first thing this morning and is still at it. Slinging it down. Don't imagine we'll be able to see out the windows by tomorrow morning (and we're on the second floor). Had a lovely ski this morning, but the afternoon runs were diabolique. The wind was howling so hard that half way down one run three of us were at a complete halt in the middle of the run and then were collected somewhat in the manner of windsurfers and sailed across the mountain. Apparently. The snow was so heavy we couldn't actually see what was going on. Eventually made it back to the village and called it a day after that. Not as though we can have a grizzle about too much snow on a ski holiday!