Wind conditions were better the second day, but not on Cairngorm, so we took a drive out to The Lecht where we were at least able to get some skiing in. We booked my sister’s friend Jemma and Claire into ski school, which gave Jemma her "first time" taster and gave Claire the confidence she needed to keep going at it (after the difficulties she’d had last year), and she managed to take on – very successfully – one of The Lecht’s rough intermediate runs by the end.
Then, having travelled South from Aviemore to get to The Lecht in the first place, we just kept on driving, getting back to Preston late last night. This revises our schedule a little: we’ll be leaving here after lunch and back in Aberystwyth this evening; probably in time for Troma Night at Paul‘s.
I’d forgotten how beautiful some of the Cairngorm-crossing mountain roads can be. Long, empty, winding, unlit roads surrounded as far as the eye can see by long, flat-bottomed valleys and snow-capped peaks. Fantastic.