Return of the prodigal son

We did try - we went to the campsite to try and book us all in for a feast to celebrate the return of darling son number 2 from his travels however they weren't playing ball and were shut. In the end rather than slaying a fatted calf, I had to go to the freezer to find some duck. Not quite the same.
This is one of Sam's photos from today just after he has completed a climb that he thought quite strenuous. It does give you a sense of the space around us in the Cevennes.