stormy weather for Sarah and Rog

Plans for a "normal" May had to be abandoned when snow fell as low as 1200m the night before the cousins' arrival. So we invented a Plan B. Juan led us a merry dance, orchid hunting above Pont de Claix...

The ridge walk between Villeneuve d'Uriage and Brié was its usual gorgeous self:

... and a swift taxi pick-up by Juan averted another douching.

At Gresse gentians struggled to emerge through the snow and Juan and I couldn't avoid starting every other sentence with "At this time of year we normally...".

Our walk up to the Pas du Serpaton clearly justified a bit of a splurge. So Sarah and Rog treated us to an awesome meal at the Chalet hotel. The chocolate and rhubarb bomb rounded off a perfect 3-hour gastro binge.

The last morning, after Rog found himself buying the biggest piece of Comté I've ever seen sliced, we rewalked part of the ridge again. At Grenoble Sarah discovered she'd "accidentally" booked first-class tickets for the journey north. Too soon!