From Bradley's perspective

Hi everyone, Bradley here doing my first blog!. Well, what a day it was yesterday, I knew we were going to do something exciting as Mum & Dad were packing a picnic and my water bowl and putting lots of warm coats, hats, gloves & scarves into Piccolo although it was really hot. We drove for some time and it felt colder every time Dad stopped to take a photo and I got a glimpse of some snow!.. how exciting. We eventually stopped and out I went to have a run around, sure enough there was lots of snow about and every one was wearing brightly coloured padded suits, walking funny with big clunky boots and carrying two planks of wood and two thin sticks.. how strange?. Anyway I leapt about like an idiot in the snow and noticed this strange metal and glass thing hanging from a long wire crammed full of people carrying these wooden planks, it looked really unsafe as it went over my head. I was soon fitted into my harness and that usually meant we were going on a serious walk and we headed off towards this wire thing which was now hanging beside a walkway. Now, I have learnt that since Mum & Dad have started talking to people in a funny language if I hear the word 'le chien' then that involves me!.. We reached this ticket booth thing where mum bought two tickets, but there were three of us and surely they would need a ticket for me?. Anyway we entered a lift so it looked like we were going shopping. When the lift opened there in front of me was that glass and metal thing with open doors.. yikes!. I felt my harness tighten and that meant immediate escape was not an option and suddenly there was every possibility that we were going to enter this thing. Dad reassured me and other people went in so I reluctantly followed making sure my centre of gravity was a low as it could be. The floor was definitely moving and I wasn't that impressed so I felt that laying prone with all four paws out was the best way to handle this new feeling of the floor below me having no control. The kid staring at me from the other side of the carriage was wearing a crash helmet, but what were those planks of wood for? and why was he wearing a crash helmet when I didn't have one. All of a sudden my world lurched forward and we seemed to be floating upwards at a great rate of knots. Mum & Dad were reassuring me and a nice French lady also joined in to stroke my now drooling mouth. I started shaking but all the time knowing my Dad wouldn't put me in harms way. After a few minutes of ear popping canine style we seemed to glide to a stop and the doors opened. I was off like a pack of husky's in a grand prix pulling Mum & Dad with me till we were clear of this contraption I had just travelled in. 

Calm then ensued for at least 30 seconds until everyone started whizzing past me at high speed now wearing these planks of wood on the bottom of their feet. Mum Dad or I didn't have any so we just stood there like a couple of lemons wondering where to go. I saw Dad eying up a lovely outside café on the other side of what I can only described as a snow covered roadway on a slope with no cars and everyone sliding past in just one direction at such high speeds. How were we going to get across?, I knew this would be a precision movement, I was good at this!. Dad gave the word and we were off, I pulled Mum as fast as I could and we made it just before the next wave of people whooshed past. 

After a relaxing coffee I realise quickly that there was no other way back to green grass and reality but on that same contraption which I had noticed went both ways. I felt much braver at this stage and within 3 minutes we were dangling off this wire again heading down the mountain at high speed. 

It was great really and very surreal as one minute we were in the deep snow at the top of a mountain and then 3 hours later eating ice cream in the hot sunshine by a lake. I went up a pup but came down a man..

Woof woof!