We decided to finish up week two with a trip to Chamonix in the heart of the alps to see the Mer de Glace.
Strategic planning around feeds and naps ensured the 1hr 45m journey was as painless and peaceful as possible.
When we arrived at the Montenvers train station, we were unfortunately told that the minimum age for the train ride to the glacier was six months. As we'd come all this way I told Stu, Lil and Max to go ahead without me and the baby and check out the caves.
Luke and I entertained ourselves sitting in the shade of the 29 degree heat, taking in the scenery and watching the crazy parachutists floating down the sides of the mountains. Chamonix proved a great place for people watching; mainly glamorous, leathery old locals smoking fags and American tourists speaking worse French than me. We also got chatting to some Geordie fellas who were planning on climbing Mont Blanc!
Max has been playing constantly with a toy tractor that belongs to the gite. The words "tracta pease" have overtaken "what's that" in things he likes to repeat all day long. So imagine his delight when the farmer who owns the gite asks whether he'd like to go for a ride in his big tractor! Not our Max. I don't have any pictures as he was screaming so much shouting "little tracta peeeeease". For the whole ten minute ride.
Stu is back to work tomorrow so it's just up to me to entertain and keep the boys quiet whilst he's working from the gite. This could be fun...
Strategic planning around feeds and naps ensured the 1hr 45m journey was as painless and peaceful as possible.
When we arrived at the Montenvers train station, we were unfortunately told that the minimum age for the train ride to the glacier was six months. As we'd come all this way I told Stu, Lil and Max to go ahead without me and the baby and check out the caves.
Luke and I entertained ourselves sitting in the shade of the 29 degree heat, taking in the scenery and watching the crazy parachutists floating down the sides of the mountains. Chamonix proved a great place for people watching; mainly glamorous, leathery old locals smoking fags and American tourists speaking worse French than me. We also got chatting to some Geordie fellas who were planning on climbing Mont Blanc!
The station
A v picturesque wedding
Bored already, mam
Max has been playing constantly with a toy tractor that belongs to the gite. The words "tracta pease" have overtaken "what's that" in things he likes to repeat all day long. So imagine his delight when the farmer who owns the gite asks whether he'd like to go for a ride in his big tractor! Not our Max. I don't have any pictures as he was screaming so much shouting "little tracta peeeeease". For the whole ten minute ride.
He quite likes our new boat though:
Stu is back to work tomorrow so it's just up to me to entertain and keep the boys quiet whilst he's working from the gite. This could be fun...
(me and Luke would be happy doing this all day...)
(...however this one has other plans)
Sounds like things are going well. I hope Max is remaining faithful to his girlfriend Niamh and not having his head turned by the French girls. But it sounds like he's too busy with the tractor anyway.
ReplyDeleteI'll check your house hasn't blown anyway in the hurricane tonight.
Digga, Susie and Niamh.