I’d only ever been to Chamonix in the winter, and the girls had never been.
Sounds like a good excuse to go for a good look at Europe’s highest bits.
Two days for the price of one here. We'd heard bad things about trying to get into the ferry terminal, so we set off the night before and stayed nearby.
We started the day in the home of champagne and needed to get to the home of, well, I'm not sure. The first Winter Olympics. That should be enough to convince you.
A trip up to the top of the scarily tall looking mountain that overlooks Chamonix. Thankfully, the resident Bond villain was out.
Chamonix is a living geography lesson. It's the one where the teacher was talking about moraines, eskers and U-shaped valleys, if you remember it.
We didn't quite do what we'd planned to do, but what we did do ended up being good.
Geocaching in three different countries in the same day. I haven't done that for a couple of years.
Today was that traditional day in each holiday where we didn't really do much. The weather was a bit showery and grey and we were all a bit pooped after a long day out yesterday.
A slow day for three of us while Kas went for a long run in the morning. All four of us went for a short walk in the afternoon.