I spent years living in California and the Pacific Northwest, surrounded by some of the best skiing on the planet, and never once clipped in. Young and daft, I was too busy to notice the snow outside the window. It took a chance conversation with an old school friend, back in the UK and well into my thirties, to put me on skis. I've been making up for lost time ever since. Having retired early, I now have my winters free for the thing I love most, and being your Ski Club Rep is the best excuse I can think of.