La Plagne, France.

Ah, winter. I’ve always thought that winter is extremely underrated - growing up in Australia we rarely saw the temperature drop below zero, and don’t even get me started on the dreams I used to have about snow. Fast-forward to living in London, and I started to get why people tried to avoid winter if they could. The cold that gets through to your bones no matter how many layers you’re wearing, the rain, the delays on public transport - even snow loses its romanticism when it’s mostly just brown slush on the streets. Eventually, I only looked forward to winter for basic (gay) fashion-related reasons - the thought of my favourite jackets being the only thing preventing me from losing all hope entirely. But that was London, this is the French Alps.

Skiing has always seemed something rather elite to me - not to mention the fact