I’m not sporty. I hate the cold. And risk-taking isn’t my idea of fun. So switching my usual sunny beach holiday for a weekend on the slopes didn’t come easy. But I’ll try anything once. And after just two days in Avoriaz in the French Alps, I am surprised and a little sheepish to admit that I am now a skiing convert. Yes, I fell over multiple times. My legs are killing me. And I was surrounded by ice and snow. But it was also a fun, magical experience – and not as cold or expensive as I had envisioned. If, like me, you’re considering a ski trip but are feeling a little anxious, here’s everyth…