Is there really a need for words?
I know there's been a bit of a recurring mountain-sports/ extreme theme but I'm sorry, it's just that time of year again.
It's the time of year where the cold November weather brings back memories of past winters spent frolicking in knee deep powder, the stomach full of tartiflette, fondue and brandy, the lungs full of fresh crisp air and fingers that are as cold as ice, anyway, I said there wasn't a need for words so here, enjoy!
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