I remember the seats. The hot leather on my legs and the faint smell of the dusty, dry sand. If I close my eyes and really clear my mind I can just about remember the bus pulling out of the complex and heading to school. Big school, proper school as a mere pup, just 3 years old, growing up in the sand dunes. Every time we land in a hot climate I feel like I am transported back into my early childhood, that hot dry air that kisses the skin on tops of your cheeks as you step out of the airport or onto the steps down from the aeroplane doors, and that overwhelming desire to breathe in the heat and let its warmth flood your body with an instant feeling of contentment. A summer baby who feels happiest in the sun.

Even now, on a balmy British August day, as the midday sun is at its strongest, if I hop into a car with leather upholstery I have this overwhelming recollection of going to school in the desert. Sandy track roads and my mum waving goodbye, clutching my sister on her hip like a baby koala. 

We moved to the Middle East before I could walk, a baby of a Gulf Air engineer who wanted us to experience what life would be like living abroad and working hard to save to one day come back to England. An opportunity we can't see in the future for us and our boys with our work so entwined with our home. There's times when I feel like I remember so much and then so little about our time as an expat family, I pour over photographs and can remember the mural my dad painted opposite the kitchen window so we had something pretty to look at and the rooftop washing line that gave you a glimpse over the painted houses full of families and fellow Britons who had moved out to the United Arab Emirates to work for the airline. 

I can see it was a happy time, even though I know it was hard for my mum to travel back to see my grandparents with me a wriggly toddler, and my sister growing in her tummy and then when there were two sisters to squeeze into the aeroplane bathroom and a big bump, that we didn't know was my brother, for the final few trips back and forwards. I look at our golden skin, bare feet and everyday snaps full of sunshine, blue water, days out to the zoo and celebrations. Birthdays at the beach, Saturdays at the Pool Club and smiley faces on the swings at the local park, chatting away to children quite happily despite not speaking the same language. 

There were so many firsts for me when we lived and holidayed in Abu Dhabi, Bahrain and Dubai. It's a part of the world the boys have never seen and it would be incredible to mark some incredible milestones now they are old enough to really remember them. To stand at the top of the world's tallest building and watch the sunset twice racing up from the lower floor to the top of the Burj Khalifa, to see the landscape for themselves, to be hit straight in the chest with that powerful emotion of feeling so small amongst such vast and impressive architecture.

Since we left when I was just shy of my fourth birthday, the skyline has been transformed, a city buzzing with prosperity and tourism but I believe the essence of Dubai is firmly at it's roots. A haven for those craving quality time with their family and a city of endless possibilities. 

It would be a meal of a lifetime for the boys to eat under the Arabian stars, to taste the flavours of the Middle East, to sit, admire and respect the stillness of the desert. To appreciate the pace and intensity of the city as well as the peacefulness of the sand dunes, when you stop in the four by four tracks after hurtling down a mountainous dune. I remember my mum and I feeling a rush of adrenaline right from the tip of our toes to the top of our heads in a second when we had a 3 night holiday together before the boys were born. That tingle of exhilaration in your finger tips that makes the hairs stand up on the backs of your arms when you tell someone the story.

It's easy to think of Dubai and be overawed with the incredible glamour of the magnificent hotels, celebrities photographed walking along the shore at the beach, and the luxurious lifestyle of the seemingly wealthy visitors but I think there is something for everyone. Those craving the jaw dropping fountain show at the Dubai Mall to those who want to get lost in the vibrant colours of the Spice Souk. I'd want the boys to see the hardworking side of Dubai, the history and hustle and bustle at the Creek and take a sail on an Abra across the water feeling the cool breeze that floats over the river, as well as the luxury and incredible wealth in the city that has produced modern wonders of the world. Walk hand in hand in between the narrow streets and explain why the buildings protect the people below from the scorching summer heat. Feel the side of the buildings for themselves and really see how people live and work in the city.

The intense heat in the summer lets you make the most of every minute of the day with shows and events starting later in the evening, and I know the boy's eyes would pop at the Wafi Light and Sound show. Last year we had our epiphany moment, that lightbulb that goes off in a parent's head while you are on holiday where you realise you have mini people with you! People who can appreciate being taken to a special restaurant and stay awake beyond normal bedtime routines. 

They are at an age now where they remember the tiniest of details and all they really want is for us to be together. I would love for them to hear the thundering hooves across the Polo field. Take in the beautiful surroundings at the Polo Club, the anticipation and excitement for the game and the love for the magnificent animals. Eat a picnic on the grass, see the sport for the first time and let them be amazed at just how talented the Polo players are.

What I love about the Arabic culture is the warmth for families and inclusion of children. That children can be exposed to more grown up surroundings and enjoy them just as much. My parents took my sister and me to the races, stood in the stands hearing the cheers from the crowd as our eyes flickered trying to keep up with the surge of riders that zoomed fast, that for us must have felt like lightening speed. Living abroad isn't being on holiday forever, it's about really living, and being part of a local community. I look through the photo albums and I see normal family weekends, wonderful ordinary moments with best friends but with sand under our feet. 

I think it's possible to have a taste of everything, even in a short time in Dubai. It has adventures from every continent on the doorstep but my wish is to show the boys that not only has so much has changed since I was a small girl and a young teen but also how so much is still the same. The strong sense of family, the warmth of the people, the local hospitality. There's a real sense of pride that you experience, for the buildings that have transformed the cityscape, for the food, for the history, for the never ending determination to make it the ultimate destination. That three decades on it offers the same new opportunities for families, couples and adventure seekers.

I guess this is a kind of before post, and a holiday with my boys would be the after! A whole new album of unforgettable firsts for us as a family to share with you.

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This post is my entry into the Tots100/Dubai Dreams blogger challenge. Share what you'd love to experience on a holiday of a lifetime in Dubai before 5pm on the 26th May 2016 to be in with a chance of winning a 4 night family holiday with Dubai Tourism. There's an incredible bonus prize for one lucky blog commenter. So leave a comment on any of the posts entering the competition to be in with a chance of winning!

If I had to live in a city in England, Bath would be at the top of my wish list. It's a place I visit again and again, for special anniversaries, Christmas shopping trips with girlfriends and the endless cobbled streets to discover.

For me Bath has it all, beautiful architecture, history and a thriving artisan shopping district as well as the only Anthropologie store outside of London! Walking along the bustling streets you are met with tourists, students and Bath's more mature generation. Country folks in the city some of whom reside in those illustrious Georgian townhouses and apartments whose front doors we stand and admire.

It has a good soul and nestled down at the bottom of Queen Street is Harington's Hotel. You'd be forgiven if you thought this was one of a chain of boutique city hotels, the coordinated decor, the picture perfect drinks bar and fancy soaps in the bathrooms. A formula tried and tested by a big corporation that has affordable luxury down to a fine art.

But no, Harington's is a family owned and run hotel in the heart of the city with just 13 rooms, apartments and a townhouse to die for. It's such a privilege when you are a blogger to be able to highlight someone's story and a couple of weeks ago I joined a whole host of South West bloggers for a pamper day at this lovely hotel, to hear the 11 year tale of Peter and Melissa, who bought and restored this incredible building and are raising 3 little girls alongside the business.

You see their vision everywhere. From the interior decor designed by Melissa herself, to the way they interact with the staff. In Peter's words "It's a small hotel with a big heart."

We arrived and were greeted by Peter who answered every question with such pride that you couldn't help but admire his humility and congratulate him on their hard work. We were treated to Prosecco cocktails, Espresso Martinis, canapés and the most heavenly box of chocolates from Charlotte Brunswick a master chocolatier based in Church Street in Bath. 

There was a mix of bloggers from all sorts of genres and it was lovely to meet some new faces in the fashion, travel and beauty communities. The homemade cheese straws went down a storm and then in small groups we were given a guided tour around the hotel by Peter who explained the history of the building, the life of John Harington himself who owned the prestigious address and the inspiration for the little details around the hotel about spending a penny!

It was in fact John Harington who invented the first flushing toilet and there are subtle but humorous fabric hoops dotted around to remind you of his great achievement. It feels like it's been renovated with real love and attention to detail. Home made pillows and each room has it's own identity meaning you could stay 13 times and never sleep in the same decor.

This husband and wife team have made bold and beautiful choices on wallpaper, mixing print and pattern, taking advantage of the tall Georgian windows which flood the rooms with light and have been daring with colour palettes and accessories.

But it all ties together in their unique style to create a memorable experience. 

There was so much we could have photographed. You take a group of bloggers on a hotel tour and everyone is oohing and aahing at the plush velvet ottomans, snapping close ups of the contemporary wallpapers and wishing they were staying the night!

For me the highlight of the tour was the impressive townhouse and apartments which are located a stones throw away from the main hotel building. A little more understated, oozing contemporary sophistication and a view from the private terrace that makes you gasp.

This is the ultimate Bath find, a perfect getaway location for a girl's weekend or a bolt hole for a family visit to the city. Complete with kitchen that would make some London apartments jealous, sitting room and dining space and 4 bedrooms there is so much space to play with!

The Loft apartment is stunning. Beams and a bright blue kitchen, you'd be tempted to stay in for your trip! Whilst I didn't brave the hot tub it's a lovely addition just outside the bar area and would be such a romantic way to start a day staying in the city. 

One of the things I noted was their coffee bar menu. Sandwiches, jacket potatoes all sorts that are perfect for a light lunch or feeding the children rather than heading to a restaurant. Peter and Melissa and their friendly team are committed to quality, and I admired their enterprising nature and determination to constantly improve the service to guests.

They also have an incredibly good value meeting room to hire with day rates at just £70. 

We were treated us to a fabulous afternoon, with great company, knowledgable and impeccably presented staff, a delicious afternoon tea and a super goody bag with a gift from Alara Wholefoods. A hand massage has been on my wish list for so long and I can't recommend a Lush Cosmetics spa treatment more. If you are local to Bath check out their range of beauty treatments in their salon beneath the store. It was the first time I had ever experienced tuning forks before and can only imagine how gloriously relaxed you would be after a Sound Bath session!

Thank you for spoiling us all for the afternoon. It was a pleasure to see Kate again, catch up with Lottie, one of my Bristol blogger pals and discover a new favourite in the city. 

Find Harington's Hotel on Twitter and Facebook and check out their Smashing Deals page for special offers. 

My husband Rich grew up with family ski holidays. Annual trips to Europe and his favourite resort, Whistler in Canada. He has some brilliant stories from "boys trips" with his cousin, brother, uncle and dad, where the self catering element left a lot to be desired. Rotisserie chickens kept warm in bath towels and a lot of oven chips... you get the picture!

It's a skill that stays with you for life, once you've cracked it. A bit like learning to ride a bike. You may be a little wobbly to begin with but then something clicks. He's had periods through our marriage where ski holidays have been replaced with summer sun holidays with friends, a wedding in Cancun, a wedding in America, visits to my brother in New Jersey, and mass family travels to the Caribbean and Spain - thanks to generous in laws who have let us take over their holiday homes. 

We've attempted 2 ski holidays in the past, driving up the mountain each morning to the Spanish resort Granada, and they were, well quite honestly, a disaster from my point of view. (I was lonely, frustrated and there were several moments where the mountain air turned blue with my rage at being taught to ski by my accomplished snow boarding husband.)

We'd never experienced a chalet hotel on the slopes and the luxury that goes with it. And never the Mark Warner holidays experience. Afternoon tea, with slices of cake as big as your hand, a top quality a la carte evening menu prepared by a talented English chef and a slope outside the front door. I guess it's a little like foods. I don't enjoy olives and I've never wanted to pass this onto the boys, so we buy them, I leave them on the table with other bowls of nibbles and one dips in, munching  them 2 at a time and the other just happens to not like the taste of them like me. I knew that when the boys both got to school age Rich would want to introduce them to skiing. And I knew I'd have to swallow my nerves and show them that a winter activity holiday could be just as fun as playing on a beach in the sunshine.

I'd always perceived a ski holiday as expensive. Or rather more expensive than a summer holiday. All that money to feel exhausted at the end of a week and in need of a holiday! I have to admit we'd never really researched a family ski holiday fully, never thought about a package deal where you are collected from the airport, have ski school organised for you and childcare available for the children. We'd put it in a "a bit too expensive" bracket in our minds. 

As part of the Mark Warner extended team over the last year we've had the pleasure of being able to compare their summer packages and visited the Lakitira resort last July and in December we headed on our first family ski trip for a pre Christmas adventure to Méribel.

If you missed Part One you can read it here.

For me being an ambassador isn't just about glossy photos and listing the facilities, you can read that on their website, it's about telling our story, of our real holiday. The difference between a hotel and a chalet hotel. The size of the childcare rooms, the cleanliness of the toys, the variety of the food over the week, the cost of the drinks at the bar. The little things you don't get to read in a brochure. And ultimately whether it's worth all the pennies.

The flight times vary but ours was rather early. Living in the South West was a choice between an airport hotel and a stupid o'clock drive up to Gatwick when we should be sleeping. We made the decision that we'd all start the holiday on the right note if we had more than a couple of hours sleep and the boys would be less grumpy getting up at 4.30am than spending 3 hours overnight like nodding dogs in the back of the car. We booked a family room at The Hilton at Gatwick and couldn't recommend it more. There's a choice of restaurants depending on the age of your children, we ate dinner in the more family friendly (think bright lights, buffet and excited children, squealing over cruise ship style desserts) and left the dimly light cocktail bar and restaurant to the grown ups in tuxedos and sparkly dresses, heading to their corporate Christmas parties. 

What I spent on ski wear

We showered before bed and it meant that when the alarm went off we'd had a decent amount of sleep and could whizz on our clothes and walk straight through the lobby into the terminal. Marvellous! We dug out our ski clothes from the back of the loft but bought the boys ski wear from Boden in their festive season sale. I spent around £100 on each of them and bought ski trousers, jackets (both a size up so they will last for next year) ski boots so they could walk in the snow (an invaluable purchase as they went out with the childcare staff several times as well as with us). We bought the boy's gloves from John Lewis, but the boys found the fingered ski gloves a complete faff and we would definitely recommend mittens! Much easier to slip on and off when you are trying to juggle 4 sets of skis and your poles!

We bought ours from Amazon, replacing the slightly nibbled pairs from the loft that a mouse had got to before we did. I wished we had bought two pairs. When they headed back to Mini Club at lunchtimes the staff would pop them on a radiator to dry but would often head out for a play in the snow and a second set would have given the others a proper amount of time to dry. Cold wet kids = misery. 

Our experience clothes to pack:

• 1 ski coat and 1 winter jacket. Not just for emergencies (like me whose zip broke on her ski coat) but when you've been hot and bothered hoiking skis around and shopping down the mountain you want to wear something different to pop out in the evening or on a late afternoon jaunt to the village for hot chocolate.
• 1 pair of waterproof ski trousers.
• Helmet & goggles.
• Winter hat - you won't need one under your helmet but you'll want it for trips to town, evening strolls. But you don't need lots of new matching sets. Don't get carried away like me, and end up bringing unworn new fancy hats home!
• 2 pairs of ski gloves and 1 pair of warm knitted gloves for adults 2 pairs of waterproof mittens for the children. I took a pair of woollen gloves and wished I hadn't. They want to touch the snow the second they see it and woollen gloves get wet!
• Layers! Skiing is hard going, for the fittest of them all, it's physically demanding and it shows. You bring home a suitcase of stinky socks and mountains of washing. But it's so worth having a new under layer for each day. The boys had fleecy tops and bottoms from the Radley Ski range that I found in TK Maxx and we popped a new t-shirt underneath the top each day. They wore a hoodie on top and then their ski coat. We had mild weather during December, and by lunchtime we were desperate to take off one layer. So t-shirt, jumper and jacket was perfect, as opposed to a thermal layer. So check your forecast!
• I like a new pair of socks each day. Second day socks - no thank you!
• We bought neck gaiters - like scarves stitched at the ends that are fairly snug around your neck. So much easier to sort in the morning for the boys and if the wind does pick up or you find yourself in snow you can pull the ,aerial up and over your nose and mouth to protect your face.
• Backpack. A small bag is essential to keep your camera, phone, bottle of water, purse etc. One that goes on your back, not an across the waist handbag, it will swing, knock you off balance and get in the way!
• Suncream - buy a mini pouch or lipstick type applicator to keep in a pocket or your backpack. 
• Leave the hand warmers at home. I bought several cute sets and realised only after you can only use them once before resetting them with a bit of faff.  

I bought all in one suits which are perfect for travelling and slipped them over their pyjamas. A 4.30am start needs to be about speed over style! And it meant they felt cosy for the 1 and a half hour coach journey to the resort and drifted off to sleep for most of the ride. 

Travelling to the airport/Transfers

We were on the earlier flight of the day, for some this meant hitting the slopes as soon as we arrived at the resort but for us we would have quite happily gone on the mid morning flight. It would still have meant staying overnight at the hotel but would have given us a couple of extra hours in the morning. So depending on whether you are seasoned skiers with your own equipment or not, it's worth comparing flight times and seeing what's most suitable for you. 

I was surprised by the complete mix of customers on the plane. Less of the 2.4 family make up on the summer holiday and more groups of adults, an engineering group, a few single parents with older children and big family groups with sets of cousins racing up and down the aisle to talk to each other. There were just a handful of younger children and everyone was on their way to different Mark Warner resorts. 

The airport is relatively small but there's a good selection of cafes to get a sandwich in when you return to England. We packed some crisps and snacks in our hand luggage just in case the boys got peckish on the journey and between dozing, looking excitedly out of the windows, a little time on the iPad (the mountain drive is windy so we didn't want them to feel queasy looking at a screen for too long) they happily munched their way through our supplies.

The one and a half hour journey to the resort is everything you imagine, a steady ride saying goodbye to the town landscape and hello to wooded mountains and a spattering of snow that starts to turn the views white. We were lucky that Méribel had seen a good dump of snow the week before we arrived as none was forecast for the next fortnight or so and we couldn't contain the boys excitement as they woke up some of the snoozing passengers in front of them exclaiming "Look Mama! I can see snow", 4 seconds later "Look Dada, I can see snow!" And repeated those phrases at 4 second intervals for the rest of the journey! 

You arrive at the bottom of a short road up to the Chalet Hotel. The army of red shirts and tanned arms that we were met with in Greece was replaced by fresh faces, in crisp white t-shirts ready for their first guests of the season. For some of the staff this was their first ever job as a seasonaire, for some they were longer serving members of the Mark Warner team and they rushed to carry our suitcases up the icy road, for them to be left outside our doors. 

The Chalet Hotel

To be honest I hadn't really appreciated there was a difference between a hotel and a Chalet hotel, with the later being smaller and more functional. But at the same time we felt the atmosphere was more relaxed, more of a homely environment where the children could walk around in socks, where the staff off duty and guests could mingle together in the lounge in front of a roaring open fire. The Hotel Tarentaise lounge opened at 4.30pm and people would wander in armed with books, magazines and iPads. Lots of legs up on sofas, watching films, early glasses of beer, and a games of cards with the friendly  bar manager. 

The decor is less french more subtle family friendly. Bar the impressive grand piano in the reception area. One night we were getting ready to head down for dinner and this glorious music flooded the hotel. A member of staff can play beautifully and it makes you stop in your tracks. As we walked down the stairs (which are decorated for robustness - think snowy winter boots treading up and down) we passed another family and everyone just couldn't help but smile to each other. It was heartwarming. A group of us stood in the reception which has a couple of chairs to pop the kids onto in the morning whilst fill out their menu choice for lunch. (If you are early birds and unlike us who were running late every time and headed straight from the boot room to the bus to take them to ski school, then raced back up to reception to scribble on the clipboard after you've waved them off!) and all burst into rapturous applause when the melody ended. All I could think about was how lovely it was going to be for the guests the following week and had visions of carols around the piano. There was a table with some literature about the resort and outside the front door are piles of logs for the fire. The reception is small but has everything you need. 

Our rooms were perfect for our family set up. Interconnecting doors to the boy's twin room which had room for a large bedside table between them, a wardrobe and desk area. Their en-suite was a little more dated than ours but immaculately clean and they found the concertina door so much fun! Our bathroom had a separate toilet which for a family of boys was ideal and meant I actually was able to shower every day without the door opening and closing for small ones who seem to always need a wee when I am in there!

The rooms were comfortable, not the glamour of a log cabin you see in the movies, but exactly what you want with children. Chairs and a little sofa to dump all your discarded layers on after a day skiing, lots of hooks to hang coats on, simple lamps and nothing breakable for small children who want to bounce off beds and round the room. It felt more of a home from home and whilst we were out skiing in the mornings fairies would come and tidy everything away, fold clothes into piles, make the beds and lay out your bottles all nicely on the side of the sink. I loved it! 

I felt like we had taken double the amount of clothes we really needed, but we wore them all, bar a few evening outfits. I learnt from our summer holiday that the children would go straight from their day clothes to pyjamas for movie night, so didn't need a second set of clothes for them each day. The dress code for the evenings was much more relaxed than in Greece and I think that can be said for the majority of ski holidays. In Kos I put on a dress each evening and we stood for the obligatory "off out for dinner photos" in front of the white painted walls or a pretty bush in the gardens but on this ski trip it was more about meeting in the bar, in whatever you felt most relaxed in, discussing the snow, the slope conditions and congratulating each other on ski school achievements. After the first night it didn't feel like you were in a small hotel of strangers. 

Groups would sit up at the bar on the bar stools all playing cards, we met the parents of the two other little girls in childcare for the week and the manager would walk around, catching up with everyone, casually asking for any feedback. I could hear everyone saying the same things, glowing compliments about the food, which far exceeded our expectations and moaning about the wifi that made you log in and out each time you used a different device! It was good to know in a way, this was out of Mark Warner's control and was standard practise in France for monitoring laws. 

Then slowly the lounge would empty as we wandered next door, past the steps down to the childcare rooms, boot room and spa into dinner. The hotel wasn't at full capacity so it wasn't essential to book a table, but I can imagine that in absolute peak season you'd want to book in your preferred time. With the boys in movie club at 7.30pm, some nights we ate straight away and picked them up earlier, and other nights we had a happy hour cocktail in the lounge and headed in around 8.30pm with another couple and took a table for 4 instead. 

I quite liked that one older retired couple had the same table every night, tucked in a corner, but generally everyone moved around, and during breakfast and afternoon tea that was open from 4pm, people would stop for a chat at your table, see how your day had been as they headed up to get a slab of cake or steaming bowl of soup.

What food is included in your holiday package?

We might have just got lucky at this resort but we were absolutely overwhelmed by the quality of the food that the chef and his team produce every single day. Nothing was repeated, all of it was top restaurant quality. I liked that it wasn't a mad scramble at breakfast in the morning, no huge conveyor belt like a cruse ship dining hall. French toast and bacon made to order, lip smackingly good syrup poured over the top and a full range of dishes to complete your custom english breakfast. The boys loved helping themselves to hash browns, sausages and beans and in the afternoons the under 12s high tea overlapped with afternoon tea. 

Lucky we were all skiing so much because the cakes were absolutely unavoidable! Imagine cakes like your granny used to make. Big fluffy Victoria sandwiches, profiteroles bursting with cream and chocolate sauce that makes you suck every last drop your sticky fingers. It was like a feast at 4pm. Almost like a first dinner, with salads, antipasti, soups, breads and jam on offer as well as 3 different homemade biscuit and pastry options. We ate the ginger cookies 3 at a time, barely pausing long enough to lick the icing sugar from the corners of your mouth. 

Dinner was a 3 course menu with 3 choices for each. Fancy but not too fussy. Beautifully presented and proper portions. Wine was included during dinner and as Rich is more of a beer man I would ask for a glass of white or rosé, only to find the rest of the bottle would be left on the table! Good solid wines, not the paint stripper type we've had before when drinks are listed as included!

Whilst the children's lunch is included in your holiday price, the restaurant is not open in the day time to adults. We ate lunch each day up the mountain or at one of the pizzeria type cafe restaurants at the bottom of the lifts. They are all as good as each other and similarly priced. Expect to pay around £12-16 a main course for a good sized pizza or burger. There was a great range of pasta dishes, more traditional main courses, which were too much for us at lunchtimes and there were a few creperies if you wanted something lighter. 

Drinks are reasonably comparable to UK prices and you can add drinks onto your room bill which you settle at the end of the week on the Friday. You pay cash on Saturday ready for your departure on the Sunday morning. 

One day we ate in the stunning La Folie Douce half way up the mountain with incredible views and a serve yourself buffet style canteen restaurant next to the formal table service area. We had a lasagne and a pizza both around £13 but they would easily serve 2 less hungry parents or 2 peckish younger children. We skipped the magnum of Champagne and instead had a glass of wine at around £4 and Rich had a beer at the same, plus some soft drinks.

On Thursday evening, when the hotel restaurant is closed, we headed into the small village of Mottaret, walking down the few thousand metal steps  from the hotel to the selection of restaurants at the bottom of the central lift area. It was very quiet being the start of the season and didn't have the more buzzy atmosphere at lunchtimes, with people skiing past and stopping to bask in the sun over a drink. But there were a good number of restaurants to choose from, some more modern pizza places and then a couple of more traditional French establishments. 

We chose the more traditional (as did a few others from the hotel who wandered in half an hour after us) and sat with our new friends, whilst our four little ones were in the Mini Club movie night. It's the only night you are allowed to leave the hotel if your children are in childcare. So we made the most of the local menu and hospitality. Expect the average starter to cost around £7-10 and main course £15-25 depending on your choices. 

There are a few bars and a couple of nightclubs but we all had to be back to pick the children up by 11pm. Not that my tired legs could have coped with any dancing! But good to know if you have older children, late teens like a few of the guests in the hotel.

Equipment / Ski school / Lift passes

As it was a fairly quiet week, we didn't have to wait for a time slot for the equipment hire shop based next to the boot room. We were fortunate to have our ski hire and lessons for the boys and me included as part of our ambassadorship and arrangement with the ski school and ski store. We don't have any equipment of our own apart from goggles and helmets for Rich and I so we hired boots, skis, poles and helmets for the boys. The fitting service is well managed, the staff are experienced and knowledgable and got the boys really excited about their first ski experience.  Rich swapped his skis in halfway through the week and we made sure we had noted down it's opening times as it's not open all through the week. 

Expect to pay around £120 per person for your equipment hire and around £150 per person for ski school. 

You keep your skies and gubbins in wooden lockers in the boot room, with a heated rack provided for your boots. The boot room is a compact space and we found that heading down around 8.30am was after most had left for the day, which meant we could battle with the boys and their boots without a big crowd! If you missed my first post you won't know that part of the Mark Warner package is that the childcare nannies accompany your children to ski school. You drop them at the mini bus outside the hotel entrance, they pop the Mark Warner high vis vests over their heads,  we helped strap them in, kissed them goodbye and off they went. The staff carry their skis and make sure they are happy with their instructor before they head up the mountain. They then meet them at the same point under the large ski school signs to take them back to the hotel for lunch.

Ski school is totally worth the money. I have paid on previous holidays for ski school and being taught in a group is a fantastic way not to feel lonely or like all the pressure is on you! I loved the camaraderie of my group and the boys were in a small group of just 3 of them. Magic take children from the age of 4 and on two days we joined them for an hour or so to be a fly on the wall. 

There's too much to say about the ski lessons themselves in this post so I will blog that separately. Sammy has a super cute video interview to share with you, al about what he thought of ski school!

You are spoilt for choice when it comes to the pistes being in the 3 Valleys Resort and I have wanted to share this page of the local Méribel magazine. It give you a full breakdown of what you can expect to pay for lift passes. 

Unless you were a complete beginner, and even then I think in a week you would want to spread your wings, I would recommend the 3 Valleys Lift Pass. 

Childcare & your holiday

I've said it before and I will say it again, the childcare with a Mark Warner holiday is one of the main reasons we rave about them. British nannies who know British children. A home from home environment.

Favourite books, much loved Orchard Toys games stacked on brightly coloured book shelves. Pots of pens and paint brushes. Our boys LOVED it. They plastered the walls with artistic creations, had tea parties and felt a real affinity for their key worker. 

Childcare is available from 4 months - 12 years. Full details of all the options and process can be found here. The level of care and attention as well as the range of activities is a winning formula. They have outdoor time but not too long that they get cold, they have dancing, singing, crafts and I snuck in to see them one lunchtime and they were all sat nicely around a table in the corner of the restaurant all chatting about their mornings, eating with knives and forks and being so well behaved. Phew!

It is worth every penny and evening childcare from 7.30pm - 10.30pm is free. Ours adored the movie night and fell asleep next to their friends every night bar one when Sammy was still up at around 9pm when we went to pick them up. 

During the week, they go on a hot chocolate trip to the village so you need to give them 3-5 Euros to take with them. You also want to pack them off each day with a snack. I would recommend taking a few boxes of cereal bars in your suitcase, as opposed to wrapping a croissant in a napkin at breakfast - much less messy in coat pockets!

Fruit pouches/smoothies would be a good idea too, if your ski school don't provide water like ours did. 

The rooms are clean and bright but homely. It feels like rooms they you can make a mess in. The 4 of them emptied toy drawers, made dens, generally covered the entire floor with every car, piece of plastic fruit and puzzle!

At no point did we feel anything other than completely trusting of the staff and their commitment to not only look after our children but to give them the most wonderful time. And they do this week in week out. They are a testament to the Mark Warner ethos you read in brochures and online. 

If you are tempted to try out your first ski season or want to relive your last adventure on the slopes and see all this for yourself with a Mark Warner holiday check out their last minute details here. 

Yet again we were so impressed with the Mark Warner way and the magic goes from sun to snow! We will definitely be booking again!

The 2016/17 ambassador programme is open!

Now if you are a blogger reading this, thinking ooh my children would love this then head over and apply for the 2016/17 ambassador programme! We are completely converted to the mark Warner way and Rich even said last night, after a 3 day trade show for the tea business, "I've sold my distributor on MW! He took their 2 girls away last month and it was awful - told him all about our ski trip and said it was fantastic!" 

We saw the opportunity to be part of the wider Mark Warner team as a way to introduce our boys to skiing and collaborate with a brand we feel a great affinity with. So if you think you'd make the perfect ambassador for the brand this year check out all the ways you can enter.

Being a family blogger can be so much more than just writing about... well family! And this year Mark Warner want to see how your recipe posts could be inspired by their holidays, what craft ideas do you make on a wet sunday to remind you of your times on a sunny beach?! How does family travel fit with your blog? Show them how you understand what kind of content their customers would like to read. Do what you do best - be creative!

6 bloggers will be chosen to go on a ski and sun holiday. They've been very open about the partnership and what is included, as well the process for the winners to be selected. The competition closes on 19th February and full details can be found here.  Good luck!