Plotting the mountain

A dusting of snow on our hills, deeper snow in Lavelanet and proper snow above Montségur where Nico took Bernie to ski down a slope while I kicked my heels at the lycée's open morning which was attended by a mere smattering of awkward looking adolescents accompanying their parents.  

The morning was redeemed by the fact that there was a continental breakfast buffet and Anna introducing me to ChatGPT as a lesson planner.  I drank coffee, ate a couple of croissants, dragged myself into the 21st century and fielded calls from a very confused Lizzie who had lost her bag.