I remember when I was a kid being mesmerised by photos of mountains while flicking through photo books and watching old movies.
The Alps in particular held a particular fascination, whether it was their serene snow beauty in winter or their green lushness in summer.
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I dreamed of being in the Alps. I dreamed of living in the Alps. I still dream of living in the Alps. At the moment, I live in Preston.<o:p></o:p>
It took me until the age 34 to set foot in the Alps properly when I was visited la Plagne in the winter during the 2008 Telemark World Cup. A year later I spent a week skiing in Argentiere, also in the French Alps.<o:p></o:p>
And earlier this month (July 2010) I returned to la Plagne for a summer of view of the magical mountains and fantastic forests.<o:p></o:p>
I was asked to write a travel feature on the resort, which included two superb days of mountain biking.<o:p></o:p>
A mountain expert called Bruno Chavard – he skis and cycles – took me from the snow-covered peak of Col de l’arrete to the barmy valley floor at Plan d’eau de Macot.
I can’t tell you how good Montchavin, Les Coches, Belle Plagne, Plagne Bellecote and all the other villages that make up La Plagne are.I stayed at the Hotel des deux Domaines run by Esprit. It was immaculate, it's staff were fantastic.
This place is just like I remembered from when I was a kid.<o:p></o:p>
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