The ski's the limit

Well, after an expensive but thoroughly exhilirating week, I am officially declaring my addiction to the white powder---skiing that is of course.

I have been in the resort of Villars in Switzerland, demonstrating my skiing prowess, or lack of it whichever way you want to look at it. Wiping out on a black run at close to 45km/h is not everybody's idea of fun, but when you, your skis and poles are spread-eagled over 30ft of the slope and right under the ski lift, it has a certain comical value.

This is the fourth ski trip I have been on, with previous visits to Tignes, Les Arcs and Morzine, the first two as university trips which hold a different structure to that of a family holiday!

I was disappointed not to be able to go on YFCski at the start of January, the unofficial young farmers' ski trip to the resort of Val Thorens. From pictures and stories I've heard, it was a must-go trip, and myself and a few of my friends are definitely aiming to go next year.

Late night drinking, early rising, competitions and lots of fancy dress---the basic ingredients of a standard young farmers' party essentially, but when located on the side of a mountain in the Alps, even more interesting!

There's something about skiing (or snowboarding) that leans itself best towards a group mentality. In addition to the adrenalin rush of flying down the slope never totally being in control, what better way to let off some steam with a group of mates.

Maybe the YFC competitions committee should look at extending its remit?!