When we were in the cable car, a Frenchman heard our Englishness and asked if he could give me something. I was hoping that it wasn’t advice about what to do “now you aren’t Europeans”. That has been said a couple of times and I’ve allowed myself to be drawn into a discussion once but that was enough. This was different. He passed me a UK driver’s license, saying that he’d found it the day before and asking if I could do something with it. I only had time to ask where it was found and he said Courchevel and then he melted into the cable car ‘crowd’ again and I lost him. The license has the driver’s name and address on it and so I made a quick request to members back at Peelies base and within a few minutes, following up these basic details on the internet, telephone contact details were provided, not for the ‘youth’ featured on the license but his Dad’s business! Peelies base sent the Dad a message aaking him if he could confirm his Dad position and of course telling him that his son’s...