Legends from our own lunchtimes

Friday, September 14, 2012


We had planned to return to the boat quite early so that we could arrive fit and well and ready for an afternoon's work to complete the packing.

 Over breakfast however, Erika, with a knowing grin assured us that the weather would be perfectly clear on Stockhorn today, and she even volunteered to accompany us up the mountain if we were inclined to take a little bit of a detour on our way back to France.

This was clearly a cleverly laid trap.   She knew that even in the unlikely event that one of us was determined to get back and get stuck in to work, the other was simply not going to forgive him if we did.    The temptation was too great, and besides we reasoned, if we'd already put off some of our work till next year, there was probably no reason for us not to put off more, and we weren't going to wait another thirty years for the weather to clear.

A picture is worth a thousand words, and I am yet to take a picture that can adequately convey the emotion we felt while standing in the snow at the top of Stockhorn.

Perhaps it will suffice to say "We will return".

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