And so we found ourselves today on the rooftop of Europe mounted on four trusty sledges hurling ourselves down first one alp and then another. Yahooing hullooing and yodelling at the tops of our voices, we smashed out four 2-km runs (@ 25 minutes each) till the evening closed in at around 4:00 pm when we headed for Winderswil and home.
The sledge hire chap assured me that I would NOT be the object of scoff and derision as I feared I would be. No one would laugh me to scorn as would be the case on the rooftop of Victoria. Here's DJ:
That was one type of sledging. [Wait for it ... You knew it was coming]. Here is the other:
Stephanie is telling Ally that she's a worthless tobogganer and that she, "Can't bat; can't bowl; can't field; CAN'T SLEDGE!!!"
OK. For putting up with that lame gag, here's a bonus photo taken from Groomby's sledge: