We had a successful time on Saturday making the flat a bit more homey (including a lovely little cupboard bought from the flea market on the edge of Lausanne - and if you wanted outsize black bras this was the place to be!).
Back at the flat we both did some proof checking, Juan helping me out (!). And then, thank goodness, got outside on Sunday - to the Col de Machairuz, in the Jura. Out of form, we huffed and puffed along a horizontal path that was curiously tiring...
--- so we were happy to tumble on a little refuge situated in what we learned is the coldest recorded spot in the Jura (minus 40 is not unusual). A garulous and charming old codger made us some packet soup and tea (ah, the Swiss and soup - see earlier blog on the subject). The stove was barely needed in the unseasonably hot temperatures and we were quickly stripped to our underwear...
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