It's the End of the World as We Know It: So - the season ended last weekend. It was a weird feeling seeing all the restaurants we've rattled about in all season shutting up shop, and having their end of season parties. There was almost a sense of some sort of loss, feeling sad that it'll be months before the skis are strapped on again, as well as the fact that snow melting is never a particularly nice look - all gritty, black, filthy and nasty by the end of the season, and frankly a little sad. The weirdest part of it though - is that we still skied all weekend (above photo taken two weeks ago), and there were actually still hardly any runs shut. The ones that were shut were due to avalanche warnings rather than poor snow cover. Still a shed load of snow about. And in great condition. Well - in great condition until midday/ 1pm. Those 3 mornings of skiing were actually pretty much the best skiing we've had all season - not a soul on the runs, great snow, empty lifts, no queuing, and walking straight into every restaurant (those that were open). And it was weird to think that the season was ending just as the skiing was still so brilliant. Having said that - the afternoons were distinctly messy, both the snow condition (yuck) which produced some runs that were just road kill even for proficient skiers, but also due to the temptation of overstaying our welcome in the lunch spot and ordering 'un autre' bottle of rose. Merci.