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.
I got blisters on my fingers!
In which I get blistered hands from climbing fast to avoid a huge thunderstorm. And in which Julie Andrews gets a mention. I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Sisyphus meets the Fern Pass.
Our seemingly sisyphean task of crossing the Fern Pass into Austria is finally over as we arrive in Nassereith.
Hot, bothered and fleeced!
Two very hot days in a campervan called Gandalf with no air-conditioning. And a tale of bank card woes.
Here we go again
Once more unto the breach… We head off to Europe for a spot of mountain madness
Landlubber
In my last post I lamented a lack of satirical blogging opportunities due to Mrs P being just so darned good at everything. Well, lament over…
Slip sliding away
A low of -19°C with winds of around 40 kmph gave a windchill of around -30°C.
But that’s okay. We ain’t here to go windsurfing.
France’s Greatest Strengths
I’m not sure if I should worry about the slow multiplication of trinkets that adorn Gandalf’s spacious interior.