With the promise of an afternoon thunderstorm and aching, ageing limbs, I was pleased that we had decided to head for the relatively close Les Cheserys up at the Col des Montets.
We met up with Paul to try out some of the routes from his Dovedale post. Although the weather, typically after having been gloriously sunny all of the working week, was a little grey and quite chilly.
It was still sunny on Sunday, and even warmer, and we realised we hadn’t had tea and cake for ages and ages and ages, so I decided a crag very close to a cafe was required…. Pot Scar just above Feizor.
We woke up late, again. Chamonix seems to do this to me. I blame it on the clear air and the snug warm apartment, but perhaps this time it was also because the streets were very quiet. Father Christmas had done his job and most people seemed to be pre-occupied in doors.