Feet on the Table

I tried a ride up the mountain after breakfast. I took the road that goes up to Lindaret , for some reason known as the goat village. On arriving the reason was obvious - goats everywhere. On tables, in the road and leaning over cafe fences trying to get a croissant. All very charming but I pressed on up to the col where a coffee was very welcome before the thrilling descent to Montriond. 

Followed by swimming in the lake and winding up the grandchildren. All good sport.