Mountains

Drove to Lake Annecy, which is pretty much as beautiful as promised. There’s a 3km tunnel you go through on the motorway there and when you come out you’re suddenly in the Alps with all this amazing, spectacular mountain scenery. “Those aren’t mountains,” declared Tom, “they’re just big hills”, which is apparently something to do with the lack of a pointy top rather than him proving once and for all that he ain’t nuthin’ but a gorehound. By this time we were too tired to do much more than check out the campsite pool and take a desultory stroll by the Lake…