So for the second year running the Swiss Alps were to be subjected to our attentions, and it must be said that after last yearthe mountain rescue must have seen us coming and started limbering up there and then.

This was to be another active holiday with inevitable potential for a few stories to be picked up on the way and a couple of these rudely didn't wait for my arrival. On the Tuesday before flying out Steve had a cryptic message that Darren et al. had indeed secured a camping spot but that a trip to the doctor to patch someone up had already occurred. It took Steve and myself almost no time to conclude that Hugh on a bike was the most likely candidate for injury and it turns out we weren't all wrong.