As a self-confessed sun worshipper, my affinity for the mountains may be somewhat unexpected.
That said, nothing gets me more excited than a week frolicking around in those oh-so-comfy ski boots (ha ha), meandering down the prettiest of tree-lined runs and of course, feasting on the most indulgent of Alpine dishes (the only place where a bowl of molten cheese for lunch is actually acceptable).
Although the magic of London at Christmas is something I'll never tire of, there's something so special about carving fresh snow in-between chocolat chaud pit stops come the 25th. And this year was no exception.
Fuelling a day on the mountains with the softest brioche and flaky croissants.
One of the 1000s snapshots from our GoPro footage. I'm yet to tackle the remaining 18 hrs.
Enjoying yet another chocolat chaud while soaking up some sunshine
Panoramic views at the Tignes glacier, where we holed away for a less traditional Christmas lunch. The restaurant was surreal; any place where ski boots are swapped for fur slippers on arrival is a winner with me.
Helped along with escargots and fondue of course.
Christmas eve fireworks - I love celebrating Christmas the European way - everything occurs the night before while Christmas day is reserved for relaxing.
I can't leave the mountains without at least one Carbonara - this one was no disappointment.
Lazy lunches made even more irresistible with views like these.
Tarte tatin & cinnamon ice cream - to die for.
I'm already suffering from a serious case of post-holiday blues and sadly, there's only one cure - until next time/à bientôt!
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