Having hurtled south from Switzerland we have made our way past Lake Como via Briancon and on to Nice. Albeit a little weary, I find a small glass of pastis and a liberal application of one's patent pomade steels one for the rigours ahead! Carry on that man. Fawcett.
Whilst passing through St Moritz I was reminded of dear old Blinky Blenkinsop's youngest sister Prunella, who if I recall correctly had attended a Swiss finishing school here some decades earlier. After an unfortunate dalliance that involved a little more than a 'how now brown cow' deportment lesson with a local ski instructor, a rarely referred to somewhat sordid episode that resulted in the birth of twins. Prunella was in the eyes of accepted society well and truly finished and returned to Cranleigh in disgrace!