End of season lunch

A day of mourning in the valley as the search for avalanche victims continued, and was then called off. A quiet day on the mountain, but Monsieur B, Jane and I went up for a ski and an end of season burger. Spent the rest of the afternoon in the greenhouse, and then walked a sad Koj who can’t understand where her pal Nouba has gone. I wish I could explain it to her.