By the time I completed the last two six km circuits of the day, the snow had deteriorated even further. I was now a suitable case for charity, myself. I had fallen several times, nothing as notable as my forthcoming Ski Sunday spectacular but, annoying, painful falls, nontheless, on un-skiable moguls. My knees complained bitterly at having to assume the Schuss position for extended periods of time (despite being supported by the excellent Neo G stabilised open knee supports - without which, I doubt very much I would have completed the undertaking at all). I staggered through the timing gate that recorded each team's speed and mounting mileage, caught the train back down the mountain and disembarked just a short walk from my hotel, the most esteemed Chalet RoyAlp.