There's no fun like snow fun

We just got back from a weekend, 'cross country skiing' it sounds a bit scary and sort of sporty doesn't it?  

Don't worry, it involves putting on some longer type skies, sliding forward and along instead of down and stopping off every 30 minutes or sooner (when the kids starting whining) to get a steaming hot chocolate or obligatory mulled wine at one of the various pubs along the way.

Ok, I admit we did have to put a bit of effort in, there was a bit of puffing up a few hills, but the dog came in handy when the kids got tired...

 (notice the very sporty person on the right doing it properly)

The dog had a blast, I think he loves the snow possibly even more than the kids...

We got lucky with the weather, especially on Sunday when we had sunshine and snow which is always a great combo.

Parts of the track were fairytale-like, secret pathways, tree's laden with heavy powder, and icicles hanging from wooden cottages.

I'd say the only downer was the lycra loving skiers that took themselves way too seriously and got snooty when they found an English woman in a tangle in her skies on the wrong side of the path, and a labrador running out of control tripping them up!

Oops...