Ingrid and I are in Idre for this year’s skiing holiday. This time we have my mum with us as well. During the days we will each be going our separate ways as we ski downhill while she does Nordic skiing. But we had company for the six-hour drive, and for breakfast and evenings.

The lifts close at 16:30 already so today we didn’t have time for much more than picking up our skis and just enough skiing to make our bodies remember what it feels like.