What better way to wind down after a day skiing, well a few hours anyway. Here we are enjoying a glass or 2 of Cotes de Rhone on our very own balcony in the late afternoon sunshine with patches of snow still in evidence in the shadier parts of the ground. We even stretched to tea outside, very continental in style, having a left over Camembert and smoked salmon from the chalet menu accompanied by some verres du vins. I think we are really beginning to feel that the pressure is diminishing, finally.
A significant marker of the last stages is the closing party at Undies. This place has been our alternative refuge during the season and we have got to know the owners and staff quite well. They are a great bunch and have helped us retain our sanity at times as well as being a strong pull to return next winter although probably not quite strong enough. We have bedecked ourselves with their trademark T-shirt to remember them by. Unfortunately I can’t get a photo of the inside as it tends to be rather dark and I’ve no flash on my camera. This is a photo of the flame thrower who turned up outside during the closing party, anything can happen here.
The guys are off on their annual trip kayaking down the Ardeche gorge for 4 days, hopefully the weather will improve for them as it’s raining today and there may even be some more snow tomorrow. All our hastily acquired tans from the past 10 days will fade if we don’t get a chance to top them up before our return to the UK.
We have just been informed that we will be returning a day earlier than previously thought, leaving here on Thursday evening and getting back sometime on Friday. Hopefully it won’t change again and it is fortunate that we didn’t actually get round to booking the hire car yesterday as we’d intended. We are going to be dropped off at Gatwick, which is infinitely preferable to Reading, particularly as we fly from there on 1st June for our next adventure.
We are planning a round country road trip to try to catch up with as many people as possible but you may not recognise the lithe, toned, fit and tanned paupers turning up on your doorstep or in a pub near you!