You know the feeling. You get off the chairlift at the top of the mountain, squinting into that particular high-altitude brightness, and you think: I should have put on sunscreen.

And then you ski anyway, because the powder is good and the queue for the gondola was long and you'll deal with it at lunch. Except at lunch you're starving and also the nachos are on, so. And by the time you're back at the lodge your nose is the colour of a ripe tomato and your lips feel like paper that's been left in the sun.

We've all been there. Here's how to not be there this year.