Reason #187 to move to Tasmania (are you paying attention, family?). An hour after locking the front door the children are throwing snowballs at each other on top of a mountain, and Mummy is getting a workout hauling children up slopes by the end of a ski pole.
This was Posy's first time on skis.
"I want to go faster. My skis are not fast enough. Get me faster ones."
I am not looking forward to teaching this one to drive.
Skiing is all very well of course, but the real reason you go to the snow is to make Snow Slushies:
Take one glass of snow (mind where you scoop it from). Add a glug of Ribena. Slurp. Bliss.