I’m in the French Alps. I’m amongst the trees on the lower slopes and here, the dangers are more hidden. 

 

First view across the valley for a while. It’s just been buried in this dense, dense wood. I was just praying it’s gonna stop raining because it’s making it bloody horrible. 

 

There is though one thing I can do—to try and get a view above the trees. But there’s nothing around. There’s nothing for it, but just to keep moving down. But the further you descend, the warmer it gets, and the snow becomes softer. And it makes walking almost impossible. But there’s a survival trick that makes travelling a lot easier. I’m gonna show how to make a pair of snow shoes. 

 

Well, I’ve got these young saplings here that I’ve cut. And if I can take one of these, I should be able to hopefully bend this all the way round, try and do it without it snapping.