Gnome Run

I watched as the downhill skier launched from the gate. Within seconds he was travelling faster than I had ever skied, down a slope I simply would not attempt.

Moments later, he turned hard to the right, grazing the nose of a giant concrete statue that looked a lot like Grumpy. Left and he greased past another, this one "pushing" a wheelbarrow full of potted flowers.

This guy was insane! Just one slip and he was strawberry jam, smeared over Dopey, with a ski either side of the gigantic pick he was carrying.

Seconds later, I heard cheering from the bottom of the hill. The intrepid idiot had made it.

I followed down at a slower pace, picking my way between the giant gnomes that marked out the slalom course.