Now fully insulated in his fluff-trimmed snowsuit (complete with pretend zip and imaginary lift pass), he’s taken to the slopes in signature style: slow, steady, and with regular dance breaks.

He talks a big game – “black runs only” – but his snowboard is mostly for posing, and his goggles have never seen a flake. Still, he looks the part. And for Bartholomew, that’s half the fun. (The other half is fondue.)