LYs hit the Alps

Here we all are, munching freshly warmed baguettes with a side serving of prime quality French ham, sipping a round of hazelnut coffees and soaking up the fresh Alpine air. Beyond the front door of our chalet stands a magnificent, snow-topped mountain range, speckled with clusters of expensive-looking ski lodges and, outside in the street, portly men in stripey blue and white smocks stroll whistling down the street, adjusting their onion necklaces and shouting at children. Here’s a brief account of how we got here:  Thursday 30 March, 7pm (Berkshire, UK): We have literally never been this organised. We are now on our ...