It seams that barely a week ago that the true
Courchevel 'Old school' invaded my floor space. What is becoming a yearly pilgrimage also includes 1 day when Mt Dixon Clarke injures himself and ends up on my sofa being nursed back to health by some willing wench.
This year after landing on his head (not from this jump) and having his head x-rayed, the prognosis was that somewhere in there is a brain, Dr Pepin needed a microscope to find it though.
