My memory of my one and only boarding session at some resort in France is falling over and really smacking my coccyx to shit. Not for me Clive, I prefer having independent control of both my legs.
I really really loved skiing when I did it a few times in my thirties. Mostly like looking at the scenery, and the beers and hot chocolates half way down the slopes. Unfortunately Mrs F is really not keen, so I’ll probably never do it again. Also my knees probably aren’t up to it any more.