Erm

This was the view I got after my first steepy french mountain climb. HB and I stopped over near Langres on our way down to Annecy. We arrived at Annecy yesterday and today I was keen to try out the narliest climb on my doorstep. I found it. The thing is, it wasn't so bad going up. It was the downhill that scared me the most. And then really only at the top. I've never felt that scared for a long time, but I figured it was a long sorry trip back if I had to walk all the way so I'd better suck it up and get on with it. I paused to take a breather / regain my mental sanity to take this pic. A lovely, very very very quiet, mountain village. Just in time to see HB and M. le Custard come up the other side of the mountain. Perfect.