Sunrise at Fawlty Towers

Actually the place is called La Forclaz but yesterday’s dinner had it all. A diminutive waiter, a trolley with squeaky wheels and an unseen woman screeching. Basil himself brought round the trolley groaning with the weight of the hugest soup turine I have ever seen. It was hilarious.

We move on to Champex by the lake today. It promises to be a more gentle stroll. However, no luggage tonight so we have to carry everything we need for the next 2 nights. A lovely morning with rain possible later. Who knows.