Dave's last day here

*thanks for all the love and appreciation for the last couple of days alpine blips

Stopping by woods on a snowy morning.


Dave has repeatedly told me how blown away he's been not just by the experience and sights of being here, but also the sensory experience of it being in the mid 30's centigrade and still being able to see snow.
So today, before his flight back to the UK, another sensory sensation with a wander in ancient woodland, and a cool glacial river. 

Fortunately Mrs IttH's flight in, which also happened to be the same plane Dave was flying home on, wasn't too badly delayed, but lots of cancellations into Geneva due to storms.

Philosophy Poetry Friday 
The woods are lovely dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep