I was seven the first time that I dreamt of learning to ski. It was 1977 and eight years earlier my parents had been on their honeymoon, skiing in Austria. As I thumbed through their dusty album, full of black & white photo's I was whisked away into another World. A World of adventure, exhilaration and a lot of snow. I yearned to visit a landscape so crisp & white. I longed to hear the crunch of snow beneath my feet as I made my way to the slopes to ski. I wanted to be just like my Mum, brave and beautiful.
The opportunity to learn to ski has never presented itself, unless of course you count having a go on a dry ski slope in the middle of East London back in the eighties, but my dreams of learning to ski on real snow, in stunning surroundings has never left me. And if I were to be chosen as as a Mark Warner Mum I would love to take my thirteen year old Daughter and eight year old Granddaughter on the experience of a lifetime. An adventure that we would never forget. After all, creating memories is what life is all about.
We love the great outdoors and with being at one with nature. We enjoy holidays that are busy, challenging and fun. We are not really a family who like to sit still and we thrive when learning new things, so learning to Ski would be a dream come true. We would be honoured to become a family holiday ambassador for Mark Warner.