Exhilarated and exhausted in equal measure, we retreated for a well-earned lunch in Macker's bar and grill at the base of the mountain in part of Nancy's hotel, the Cahilty Lodge. One of our group was clearly feeling a bit too pleased with himself having, as he imagined it, 'kept pace with the great Nancy Greene all morning', and pluckily asked out loud: 'Nancy, at our fastest, how fast do you think we were skiing?'