Legs sink into the snow, up to our hips. It’s getting harder to walk. The trip was to take us three, maybe four hours. We’ve now been walking for six and there’s no end in sight. An endless trail. Instead, you can see the tree tops protruding from the snow. Either there’s a lot of snow, or these are dwarf conifers. To be honest, it’s difficult to put the way we’re moving forward into words. Crawling, flapping legs – up, then down, collapsing and getting back up, horizontal-vertical strokes. At least it’s fun. When we made it to the mountain hostel, it turned out that the route we’d taken had been closed for safety reasons. It’s anyone’s guess how we missed the warning signs. We came back along a freshly prepared ski slope. How wonderful to feel the ground underfoot.