Early last March I received an unexpected invitation from Helly Hansen to join a press trip going to Glenshee in the Cairngorms, ironically a place I had never previously skied. The idea was to follow Glenshee Ski Patrollers and observe them at work. Helly Hansen are a huge supporters of ski patrollers and supply all their red ski outfits – and the reason for the press trip. They also arranged for all four ski journalists to receive by post a new ski outfit to be worn on the press trip. However, mine never arrived and I ended up packing my own ski suit instead although after an emergency call HH PR, an outfit was hurriedly grabbed from one of their clothes rails and dispatched to Glenshee with one of the PRs accompanying us on the trip. Travel arrangements had been made for me to fly from Heathrow to Edinburgh where I was to be met by a driver called Graham who was to take me to Dalmunzie Castle, a two hour journey and where we were staying. As instructed, on arrival at the airport, I called Graham’s mobile as I headed for the baggage collection area.
A day in the life of Glenshee ski patrollers
A day in the life of Glenshee ski patrollers
A day in the life of Glenshee ski patrollers
Early last March I received an unexpected invitation from Helly Hansen to join a press trip going to Glenshee in the Cairngorms, ironically a place I had never previously skied. The idea was to follow Glenshee Ski Patrollers and observe them at work. Helly Hansen are a huge supporters of ski patrollers and supply all their red ski outfits – and the reason for the press trip. They also arranged for all four ski journalists to receive by post a new ski outfit to be worn on the press trip. However, mine never arrived and I ended up packing my own ski suit instead although after an emergency call HH PR, an outfit was hurriedly grabbed from one of their clothes rails and dispatched to Glenshee with one of the PRs accompanying us on the trip. Travel arrangements had been made for me to fly from Heathrow to Edinburgh where I was to be met by a driver called Graham who was to take me to Dalmunzie Castle, a two hour journey and where we were staying. As instructed, on arrival at the airport, I called Graham’s mobile as I headed for the baggage collection area.