The young man set off at 2 am this morning on a skiing trip with school to Italy. It is his second holiday away from us, so I am feeling a bit more relaxed about it this time. Some of you may remember his very worrying texts, describing his near death experiences when he went white water rafting to the Ardeche region of France a couple of years ago! and then his heartbreaking texts on the arduous journey home where he listened to Michael Buble singing "Home" about 100 times! I did receive my first text from him at 6.30am this morning:
" The girl on the bus seat in front of us was sick, and it dribbled down to us. I have eaten a sandwich."