Daily ramblings and are Alpine huts a victim of their own success?
In which I update you on our first snowy mountain of the trip and rant about the cost of alpine huts.
So much for one post a day.
In which I try to make up for a complete failure to blog daily by posting one blog that covers a whole week
It’s All Relative.
The precursor to this weekend began way back in the early nineteen-eighties when Mrs P was asked to be a bridesmaid at her second cousin’s wedding.
Sisyphus meets the Fern Pass.
Our seemingly sisyphean task of crossing the Fern Pass into Austria is finally over as we arrive in Nassereith.