Down, north, west

It’s snowing buckets again. We pack, tidy, wipe, rearrange.
Amazingly we’re picked up right on time. Our driver – English – whisks
us along snowy, winding roads down the mountainside. If this were
Britain there’d be bumper cars and ditches full of Ford Fiestas.

Once into the valley it’s a blur of villages (snowy/wet), Lake
Geneva (grey today), Montreux (probably nicer in Summer) and Lausanne
(a dump by the look of it) before we’re dropped at Geneva airport.