Sisters are doin' it for themselves...

I've just had a run of cracking days with Buff and Phil, and my man.
Phil arrived midweek, and we spent Day 1 walking to Lac Fourchu, the long way.
(Mental note, don't bother again with approach path prior to carpark!)

Two days later Buff joined us. We indulged at the hammam, and then Phil treated us to lunch:

Then all relaxation was lost as we shopped 'til we dropped...

... trying to get me to spend some money (which I eventually did, a leather jacket and two Desigual tops later). Juan arrived back from CH that evening, and we had a loud night in:

Juan then got our adrenalin flowing by raiding a neighbouring construction site to save a clump of autumn-flowering crocus from certain destruction. Nothing suspicious about a man (and three women) walking along the lane with a wicker basket and a trowel at 11pm.

The following morning we headed for the Ferrand Valley...

and a "flat" walk up to the shepherd's hut for a picnic lunch.

The recent snow gave even-more-exquisite-than-usual views of the Deux Alpes plateau (especially through x35 lenses):



Back down the hill Clavans-le-haut was looking its photogenic best (pics courtesey Buff):

... and Clavans-le-bas supplied the necessary witbier.

In the evening Buff took us out to the Basilic, aka Le St Martin, and Phil got her patisserie fix:

The following morning, alas, all good things came to an end. Phil left for Lyon airport.

Buff and I checked we could remember how the pedals worked with a little biking circuit around Vaulnaveys:

Juan commuted back to Yverdon later that day. Buff and I watched Louise Hay/Bill Bailey DVDs (for personal transformation/spirit-lifting). 

And now Buff has gone, too, and I am on my own again. Boo hoo.