Flats are my enemy. Every time we scoot to a chair lift I don’t know – and there’s a big flat run up – I  end up unstrapping and walking the rest of the way.

Picking up speed is terrifying at first, but when you get the hang of rocking edge-to-edge, you’ll be well chuffed when you finally make it all the way along the bastard cat track.

I’ve now started riding all the way up to the bottom of the lift I could never quite reach before. Small victory, but still worth counting.