This is the last of the Year Abroad stories – I’ve more or less reached the end of what I can remember well enough to write about. But I saved this one for the winter because it’s seasonally appropriate and it’s one of my favourite memories of my year learning French in western Switzerland. I… More Shrieking on the slopes at Chaumont
For a most unseasonal winter – it’s astonishingly warm here after being so bitterly cold a few weeks ago – I have a little selection of snow pictures for your delectation.
Before I found myself flying across a polar valley at a horrifying top speed of 8.8mph, I’d always thought dogsledding would be nice and sedate and pleasant. But here I am, at about 4pm, on a dark November afternoon on Svalbard. And when I say dark, I mean the sun set three and a half… More Dogsledding