No, don’t get excited I can’t ski and I didn’t go out Skiing today.
Since I was a child it has been something of a tradition to watch the TV programme Ski Sunday, not all the time, but for the bits that took place on the Austrian ski slopes.
To explain, we don’t really ski, but we have dabbled in the snow, in Austria. Chris and I spent many an hour trying to kill skiers while we practiced our tobogganing, never mind running over our own fingers whilst tobogganing backwards down the hill! As a family we have a great attachment to Austria, in particular the Tyrol and Kitzbuehel. The famous downhill race takes place in Kitzbuehel on the Hahnenkamm mountain.
We used to watch the great Franz Klammer (I have a video of him on the blog somewhere), and my parents attended the Innsbruck Winter Olympics (the skiing being in Kitz) to watch him win. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make that event, as my Mum was pregnant with me, not such a good view from there, I’m sure you’ll agree.
So, it was the first Ski Sunday of the season today, and we enjoyed picking apart the Men’s Downhill race in Kitz as usual.
I still only cheer for the Austrian skiers to this day.