Dan Rostron

It was March 2016, and after a disappointing start to the season in the Alps I was excited to be heading to the Canadian Rockies in search of the champagne powder that had eluded me on previous jaunts to this side of the Atlantic. Read more…

The accident

It was the last run of the last day of a holiday in March 2014, when skiing off-piste on Whistler Peak, I jumped a small cliff, landed awkwardly in wind affected snow, legs too tired to adjust, one ski caught in the crust and twisted me round, my momentum still carrying me forwards I fell and instantly felt a pop in my knee. Read more…

The frustrating thing about Whistler ski resort, due to the fact that everywhere in-bounds is considered fair game, is how quickly the resort gets tracked out after a good snow dump. Even locals have a rule that after 30cm has fallen, they’re allowed the morning off work (how cool is that!). Read more…

Recently, there was a news article about a passenger on a plane having to take control and land after the pilot was taken ill. His name was John Wildley, and he was flying a Cessna 172 Skyhawk. A pair of instructors managed to talk him down safely. It reminded me of an old family story about my Grandad, Wing Commander ‘Taffy’ Holden. Read more…