I responded by putting more exaggerated up-down movement into my skiing (especially down), which worked OK but it's tiring to those outside the World Cup circuit. I was getting a bit error-prone by 3pm, and decided to stop - then Heather and Alice promptly decided that they'd had enough too. So we were back in Christchurch at 5pm in a lengthening spring twilight.
Heather had a fall in the morning and scraped her nose and cheek on the ice, so she is sporting some rather tender looking flesh wounds tonight - let's hope they heal quickly! No photos, the skiing wasn't worth the bother of photography.