News and vignettes
After having called Paris my home for the last three years, a Eurostar, two ferries and over 1200km of driving brought this chapter of my life to a close.
A brief spell in England will tide me over to the next, which will hopefully be written with a Swahili twang.
Merci à tous, merci pour tous.
(Photo whilst waiting for the ferry at Dunkerque.)
We woke to rain hammering on the terrasse of Sophie’s chalet. Our normal view of the mountains on the other side of the valley was obscured by a wall of cloud, and the sunny hikes of the previous days would not repeat themselves on this, the last day of the trip.
The French contingent decided to sacrifice the final hike. This is their doorstep and they can save it for another day.
Dan and I, living-up to our reputation of vous English were not going to let a little moisture spoil our fun; we said we’d go out & wave from the top.
Yves decided to join us nevertheless, and after driving accross the valley to our starting point, he was glad he did. The clouds parted, and we did the whole route without so much as a drop. Looking over the cloud rising out of the mountain is a wonderful sensation.
Perseverance reaps its rewards.
And I must admit, I was a little disappointed not to battle against the elements…
I’m never sure if I prefer the mountains in the winter, or the summer.
This was a climbing day in French Haute Savoie.
Summer won this round.
Making the most of the 14 juillet long-weekend, heading down to the Bordeaux region with Sibylle.
Vinyards of Saint Émilion.
