|Leysin overlooking Lake Geneva (Lausanne obscured by cloud)|
Most of the walking trails are easily accessed from the village centre or a short drive there from. And they are graded and distanced to suit all needs, from advanced lounge lizard to extreme sport fringe lunatic. Giles and I stuck to the we'll eat first, then walk uphill 'til we've had enough then try and follow our trail back to where we left the car. And it worked pretty well for us.
And it worked a treat. We walked through snow about fifteen centimetres deep with a soft crust, much like one you would find on a Dominos thin and crispy pizza. At times the sun came out and dazzled us, forcing the removal of middle layers, then the clouds would take over requiring the removed layers to go back on. But all the while we walked and talked amongst ourselves and with random strangers from the local retirement village who overtook us a little bit too frequently for my liking, but they were condescending enough for us to be polite back.
|Giles watches ...|
|While I ...|
|kicking in ...|
|Yep. Straight between the pine trees.|