We’re sheltering under Coronation Wall at the top of Cairngorm Mountain when a rare patch of sunshine illuminates the view. White snow trails down the hillside giving way to the earthy tones of heather and gorse, as moorland tumbles towards the shores of Loch Morlich in the valley below.
Seconds later and it’s gone, snatched away by a dense mist and flurries of snow that envelope the mountain and swirl at our feet.
Leaving the sanctuary of the wall, we set off down the meticulously groomed piste. Our two young girls are buffeted every which way by the howling wind but find it wildly funny. This is skiing in Scotland – raw, exciting, unpredictable and like nothing you’ll find in the Alps.