Falling for Ste Foy

Daily Mail | 17 Nov 2007

First, I have a confession to make. I ski in the manner of Bridget Jones: bottom out, legs akimbo, terror on my face. I don’t like heights, I dislike the cold and I find the idea of tearing down a mountain with a pair of skis strapped to my feet deeply unsettling.

In contrast, my husband, Adrian, likes nothing more than to hurtle down a black run at 150 miles an hour with a broad smile on his face and our nine and 12-year-old daughters, Ella and Anya, overtaking him.

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