A walk up to Bellevue. Just a mere gallop up the ski slopes for a few hours on a glorious sunny day. Or so I thought! Orange and Red Autumn leaves looked great next to the bright blue sky.
Pots and baskets full of flowers sitting pretty at the chalet halfway up the slopes.
Washing day at this chalet perched on the slope, warm socks and jumpers on the line drying ready for Winter to begin.
Bellevue was reached and then we decided to head a bit further up the hill looking for a nice picnic spot. I was hoping for a pretty cafe, a cold glass of Coke, maybe with a red chequered tablecloth. It's funny what runs through the mind tramping up hills.
Up the road we have skied down many times. Looking back towards the mighty Blanc
Late Summer and Autumn flowers Purple Heather, Pansies and Giant Mushrooms basking in the sunshine.
No mushrooms were hurt in taking this photo.
The picnic spot was finally found. Perched high on the top of Prailon a mere 1969 metres high. What a vista. Sandwiches were quickly eaten, so that a sketch of this fabulous view would be remembered. To walk up here is something special, the views and light were incredible. Funny that I never considered the descent at this point.My head was full of paintings, flowers and pretty walking!
So now I find myself sitting perched on an edge staring at the abyss below. Number One Art Critic is ahead checking out the path for a frightened Mountain artist who's not good with heights!
We took the path one step at a time, clinging to the wire rope that was there for added drama. No photo's were taken as I could only look at the ground beneath my feet. Thank goodness for Number One Art Critic with a good head for heights.
And so safely down, and aching thighs but a wonderful hike that filled me with inspiration to paint a stunning scene.
Have no fear I will never venture up the Mighty Mont Blanc, just admire from below.