Dreams in davos

Sat on a bench halfway up a mountain with breathtaking views of a little village tucked away in the Swiss Alps. Little people skating around random ice rinks, skiing, sledging. I've never baited such crisp fresh air. An entire village covered in a blanket of snow.

Wow'd many a people with my shoe chains! Not in a kinky way mind you...well it coulda been. Having recently hauled ass from the desert of Dobuy to the icey inlands of London; my winter wardrobe is somewhat lacking. I've just about managed to buy shoes and a few jumpers let alone ski-wear.

As a result, I wasn't quite prepared for the blankets of snow. After checking into the box room hotel room, where you couldn't even fit in a cat let alone swing one! I had to make a 30 minutes DOWNHILL walk through ice and snow. I honestly musta screamed "f*ck" 20 times as I was on the verge of going arse over tit on atleast 20 occasions!

Anyways, took a stroll down the highstreet and came across a quaint little shoe shop which sold these chain type things with bits of black elastic - oooerrrrr ... i Know! No no, you strap them onto your heel and toe, securing the chains to the base of your feet...voila, you can hike up a snow mountain now.