We’re now ensconced high up, on this extremely pretty Swiss run site at Raon l’Etape. A short yodel or two from Strasbourg. Relaxing after dinner, on this almost balmy evening we’re looking forward to more fun and sun.
Mr Weatherman had other ideas. From 10pm onwards it hammered down solidly for 18 hours. At 4pm we popped out gasping for air, itching to scratch the surface of this area. The day’s plan sunk, torpedoed before we could bail out. It wasn’t all doom and gloom. An hour’s table tennis later and we’d shaken off the last of the wet faster than a Dyson Airblade.