I love going away on holiday; meeting new people, trying news food and exploring the world in the process, has to be one of the best ways to spend your leisure time.
Today I flew back from the French Alps, where I’ve been spending the week skiing in Chamonix. The snow was fantastic, and while we did have two days with poor visibility up the mountain, the white out provided the perfect opportunity to spend some time lower down on the nursery slopes with two of my friends who were learning to snowboard.
The fresh air, exercise and adrenaline, coupled with plenty of après ski (well it would be rude not too!), have left me feeling refreshed and revitalised.
It wasn’t all play and no work though (nothing ever is with me!). As it’s Six Nations season, I was out and about with the camera, interviewing rugby fans and filming pieces to camera, for a report out todays clash between France and Wales. I don’t know if it was the mountain air or whether some of them had taken bangs to the head while skiing, but all the Welsh fans I spoke to were extremely confident about a Welsh win at the Stade de France.
I landed at the airport, and eager to know who’d win that game, I made it home just in time to watch the match. Would those holidaymakers be right, or would it be, like the ski slopes, downhill all the way for Wales?
As the final whistle blew, I let out a cheer, 13-20 to Wales! What a way to end my holiday!