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Bobbing in the Alpine breeze on the seat of a chairlift, the service of which was "suspended" in more than one sense of the word, I was not in the least disposed to think of my first twenty minute chairlift ride. That journey had, in fact, taken place ten days before, when the thirty-four members of the School Party, fearlessly clutching their newly issued skis and boots, had followed our intrepid leaders, Messrs. Woolford and Drewett, up the 2,250 feet Sesselbahn from Solden to Hochsolden, our ski resort. The reason for using this unorthodox route was that the road to the village had been blocked for months by heavy snowfalls. 

We found it was possible to pass from sunlight at Solden, through a layer of cloud and rain and thence into a snowstorm at the top of the skilift, where the party met with several pleasant surprises. Hotel Hochsolden proved to be the best of the seven in the village and the most conveniently situated. 

The excellent instruction given by the ski coaches resulted in considerable achievements, for by the end of the ski-ing programme, the beginners had all graduated from nursery slopes to a several-mile run from higher up the mountain down to the hotel, while the advanced group practised "stem-christiana" turns at even higher altitudes. 

The most intensive ski-tuition ever experienced by a Trinity School Party inevitably gave rise to a few bumps, so by the end of the holiday, Tim Philp boasted a cracked patella, and Tony Murrills had injured his lower lip when colliding with his over-enthusiastic younger brother. 

The evenings were agreeably spent in the environment of seven hotels. The staff of our hotel, dressed in national costume, treated us one evening to a display of Tyrolean dancing and singing, including yodelling. On the last night at Hochsolden, our party returned the compliment by producing a revue, the result of a coincidence of musical talent and several extravert personalities. 

The whole trip was run with a smoothness which demonstrated the careful preparation that Mr. Woolford habitually makes. 

The next trip to Hochsolden, at Easter 1967, will be very satisfactory if it achieves the standard set by this one.