Snow, lots of snow.

We arrived in the early hours, set up the sofabed & crashed to a sleep only interrupted by the noisiest fridge on the planet.
We'd driven into the mountains from Barcelona entirely in the dark, faint looming mountains suggested but not seen. We made it through the fortifications of Mont Louis, but saw not a lot.
This morning we awoke to snow, lots of snow, fallen and falling. Wonderously the apartment came pre-loaded with coffee, so we took our fix, showered and headed out. Food and maps were bought, coffee and croissant were consumed. With the supplys dropped off we kitted up and got out for the afternoon. Snow still falling we took a track along the river, across a ridge and back down to the car.
Look long enough and you should be able to just make out Tim.