The Line-up

So here they are.

A full throttle line up of awesome-core people.

We were so lucky to have late new arrivals freeing up the whole day to whizzle+fizzle around the mountains beneath a raging sky. Absorbing the new gasping enthusiasm our elated clan were radiating; chizzling, chiming + jumping up high across twinkling après-midi slushed up snow- gleaming + beaming + bursting with joy; my face hurting as a result of the consistent ridiculous joker-esque smile I'd not stopped wearing since I heard the first excited sleepy mumblings from the slumber den below our quirky little mezzanine; "I can see the very tops of the mountains!" explained a croaky Ruthalicious, allowing the good blue sky news to encourage a stir from the rest of us, scratching our Jaeger ladened heads whilst exchanging blearily excited good mornings.. And so this is how the routine naturally formed in the mornings; one person was in charge of getting whimpering limbs out of bed whilst another would plod up the road to the village bakery to scoop up an array of pastried delights; from your bog standards ranging all the way up to terrifyingly delicious almond chocco croissants, to brioch, to a spiralled exceptionally fresh and unique baked baguette. Another would be charge of cooking up hot coffee in whatever vessels were to hand- most commonly, the ingenious use of a large bowl would play honour to the occasion and with the handsome volume of caffeinated gold one of these receptacles could contain, we were able to slurp and pass around the table generously- whilst discussing what hills we were going to storm that morning.