There was this imperious figure standing on the edge of a piste , looking back at me with a mischievous smirk on his face. I had transgressed and passed Ron on the piste. I knew what was to follow; a chase down an off piste section; I was suitably penitent.These are the many memories of those times in Verbier;the"batting order"read out on arrival and a quietly competitive week of"Masterchef"; the snifters at the stroke of six;the firelighting ritual;these and many other memories of a wonderful time with Ron,"fearless leader".None of us will forget them and sorely miss Ron