We’re blessed with all year sunshine and clear blue seas, yet a whole lot of us crave crisp mountain air and the sound of fresh snow as skis carve a neat line on winding pistes.

That would be my husband.

I, on the other hand, have a fear of heights that’s getting worse as I get older and an equal disdain for not feeling my toes regardless of how expensive the thermal socks happen to be.

Yet – and on this, we agree – nothing beats the pure peace and silence as the cable car or ski lift lets you off on what feels like the top of the world. And it’s this which led us towards a week-long ski trip with a six-month-old.

A ski trip with a baby is unlike any other holiday. If you’re considering hitting the pistes with a little one, head on to Buzy Mummy for some tried-and-tested tips: