My father  was a journalist and we spent a week in the Chalets on the opening of the new
centre in order to entice new business with an article in the Scottish Daily Mail.
With Disneyland just a gleam in Walt's eye, Aviemore was a teenager's dream.
The ski slope-a muddy 1 in 2 incline- seemed a precipice to rival St Moritz.
Das Stubel, the Austrian restaurant, appeared more sophisticated than the Ivy.
The ice rink, with precedence given to curlers, nevertheless turned me into a
junior Jayne Torville as my baby brother staggered around on his double bladed
training skates.  There was a go karting track but for over 18s only though I managed
to sneak on one night when it was closed.  Great security!  The wooden chalets were
very foreign, with duvets as yet a rarity in Scotland.  I've  lots of photos which I'll dig out
along with some proper descriptions and send to you A.S.A.P.

 

 

Regards

 

Mary Paterson