then walk back down the valley to the Lavey refuge (just out of sight in this pic):
After the best refuge meal ever (fresh polytunnel veg grown adjacent) we pitch the tent. Using freshly mown hay as pillows (sneezing all night - Ed) we watch the moon above the Aiguille de l'Olan and the Sellettes glacier. Magical.
But the wind we struggled against us all day roars unabated - and the super-duper
light-weight tent flaps nonstop. Sleep eludes us. At 3am I move with my sleeping bag out of the tent into the gale. For a while I enjoy starry views intercut with scudding clouds. Then cover my head and pretend I am going to sleep. Various odd noises penetrate. An animal perhaps, but who cares. Then a bit later someone saying "marmot". Ok, fine. And then a sharp tug at my sleeping bag. Why is Juan trying to wake me up. I ignore him. But the tugging continues. Crossly, I unwrap my head gear and sit up - to find I am half a metre from a giant marmot, bearing its teeth and in no hurry to scarper. Holy shit. I scream my head off and it lollops off.
Back into the tent we go. And wait for dawn. After a refuge breakfast we hike back down to the car and drive home - to bed.
All this to explain why, this weekend, we are blobbing around at Vaulnaveys - this video of the garden being the most physical thing I've done so far:
"blobbing" and "yomp" -both new words for me ;)
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