I first stepped into a pair of skis at 18, when my twin sister and I thought it would be fun to run a ski chalet in Verbier, Switzerland for a big tour operator. It started out as an adventure, maybe a oneoff season. Instead, it completely rewired my life. From that moment on, everything revolved around snow - where it was falling, where it was melting, and where I needed to be next.
One season turned into eight. I chased winters across the world: Serre Chevalier and Val d’ Isère in France, Jindabyne in Australia, Vail in Colorado, and then three unforgettable seasons in Breckenridge. During my last winter there, I joined a local race team and found myself competing against preOlympians. I’ve always loved speed whether it’s on motorbikes, horses or skis so Super-G became my preference. The sense of freedom whilst carving down a mountain at speed is unbeatable.
Eventually, life pulled me back to the UK to start a family. But skiing never really left. I trained as a dryslope instructor, introduced my kids to the sport, and whisked them off to Andorra, Austria, and Switzerland. Meanwhile, my sister had settled in Canada as a ski instructor, so I spent many years hopping over to Sun Peaks, British Columbia to visit her and get my fix of Canadian powder.
I’ve returned to the Portes du Soleil a number of times for the extensive terrain and this March I took my youngest to Avoriaz - a fullcircle moment in its own way.
At the start of 2025, I moved to Bermuda, which is about as far from a ski town as you can get. But the itch is still there. If anything, it’s stronger. I was so excited to find that there was a ski club on the island! I'm really eager to ski South America, a part of the world I'm yet to visit...