Chalet chic interiors with Chamonix
I'll go right on and say it. When I was in year 6, my dad would take me out of school on the odd weekday (shock horror) and we'd drive up to the nearest ski resort for a day of skiing delight. I was only too happy to oblige as you can imagine. The teachers didn't even blink when supposedly a "sick student" I would return the next day with a suspicious tan on my face from where the ski goggles would normally sit.