My delightful break is over. Today, I shall see Mrs P onto her plane back to the UK at Geneva airport and head off to Cannes for work.

At the weekend, she and and I were able to enjoy such views as these courtesy of our gracious hosts who are lucky enough to live - in very considerable style - in Crans Montana.

Skiiing is not our thing (your blogger's limbs are too long and his centre of gravity too high) but yesterday we lunched at the top of the piste and drank in the pure mountain air among the bizarrely clad aficionados. Skiing and golf both seem to involve abandoning all sartorial sense. I wonder why?

Ah well. Back to reality.