Trouble is, the weather was pretty moody so I haven't got any decent pictures to post.
This was the view from the balcony straight up the mountain. The trouble with this shot is the lack of mountain.
When the cloud did clear, on the right hand side of the balcony, you could see the bottom of the piste and the sad remains of the snow.
The lifts have all stopped and the tourists have all gone home. All you could hear was birds singing and rivers flowing down the mountain. All you could smell was wet pines in the forest and fires burning in local's houses. It was brilliant.
The only other pictures I took this weekend were when we got home and I sat on the balcony with a glass of wine and a slab of chocolate. And a twig, for some reason.
BORING... I know. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be more silly pictures of Max up soon.
Ciao for now yada yada,
R
Well. Clearly that is indeed boring. The twig was Max', he put it there. Oh and I'm glad my husband is so observant (the birds singing) and poetic (smell of wet pine trees, bla bla bla). But with no word did he mention that we went to spend a weekend on our own, it was actually really nice to spend time alone together and that there is a lot to be said for doing sweet nothing. Sleep. Movies. More sleep. That's what did it for me this weekend. Different priorities...
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