The gods got fed up last night there was a thunderstorm and it was still raining at 6am. We got up after digging Ray out of bed. He was quietly assuming that we would be sensible and wait. No chance.
An easy stroll for petit dejuner next to Château Ouchy. This is next door to the Olympic headquarters and given aches suffered by most athletes seems appropriate. It has stopped raining now and the Olympic spirit is blowing across the lake. So we start the training along the coastal path. As most will know a body of water must be level but the path around it never is. We soon enter vineyards on steep slopes and get some sort of fellow feeling for those tending the vine although there are some labour saving devices attached to the steep lakeside.
The cog version of the Stannah stairlift heads up amongst the vines where green bunches of grapes are starting to swell. At every corner a new view across the vines to the lake and the mountains tempts the camera. Our route takes to the hills as some expensive lakeside properties impede our progress.
The morning clouds clear and the heat builds with a blue sky and high clouds. An occasional lake paddle steamer fills the foreground of the distant glaciers and high tech trains glide by.
We stop for lunch by an old church and then walk on through the vineyards to arrive at our campsite on the lake to find many tents belonging to people staffing at the Montreux Jazz Festival. As Tony remarks if you have made your money, why would ayou stay in Rochdale.