The piste bashers had been at work all night, shovelling every last flake into a single strip in a valiant attempt to keep lessons running.
Robbins admits that flying regularly to resorts where huge piste bashers guzzle diesel all night is tough to justify.
With the snow continuing to come down, even after the piste basher had smoothed everything, there was a lovely layer of fresh fluff sitting on top of the corduroy.
