I never learnt how to ski when I was younger and bones bounced, mortality was only an intellectual concept and crying from sheer frustration was still socially acceptable. Skiing in your late-30s can be a daunting experience – the prospect of breaking a limb loses its sparkle the older you get and impaling a small child on two samurai swords’ worth of carbon fibre and plastic has never been on the to-do list. Read More
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