On the piste: My lurching, bruising, exhilarating quest to learn to ski
Taking up skiing when you’re nearly 50? It ain’t pretty, but it’s possible. For someone who spent their 20s and 30s drinking booze and smoking fags, my 40s have proven positively restorative. I’ve gotten fitter and stronger – and probably more boring – by kicking almost all my vices to the kerb and in favour … Read more