Technology problems so no laptop and doing all this on my phone. I have cheese though and bread, and we get to walk in the mountains every day. The sheep have bells and in the house we are staying in there is a clock that sounds like a dripping tap and a hot water sytem that sounds like a dryer. I can't look at these photos properly because no big screen but here are some possibly choice ones.
La Masure is a satellite village to a ski resort town Ste Foy Tarantaise and is full of l'hotels. I have to kick myself that this isn't a tacky recreation of a swiss mountain village but an actual mountain village with a chapel from 17something and communal watertubs and a dairy farmer who goes up into the hills each day at early morning in some blimmin Heidi-esque eternal daily reenactment. Did I mention every direction you turn it is beautiful? Did I mention our neighbour told me how much further down the snow that never melts used to reach even 10 years ago?
Here are photos Joe and Abbie took on a wander round the village. It is high summer, and the school holidays, so the village is empty of snowboarders and of children. who all leave for the month of their holidays. Abbie liked the Narnia lampposts. Today Abbie and Joe took our food waste to the village compost bin. Our first mountain thunderstorm.
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