Contently, injured.

Fucked knee, but that's OK. Earl Grey tea + new book to read.

Aguille de Midi glacier shimmering down on me whenever I look up from the comical pages comprising The Life of Pi. It's great rigid sides absorbing the hot sunlight, and even from miles away it's as if I can almost make out the layers of sliding melting cascades. The rooftops closer to me adopting unmistakable resemblances to opened books, rebelling against their spines to reveal the contents formed in each disintegrating level of snow to spill out into the great air, with imaginary words from forested fairy tales drifting into the unaware occupants of each great building. Constant showers as frequent as the Manchester Rain trickle consistently from each roof, with months of built up captured snow all of a sudden deciding to change into an altered watery form, to make room for a fast approaching and dramatically so, change of season. Roads resemble muddy rivers, as oil laced snow walls buckle under the heat of the new climate making room for a new vision suitable for the height of sitting on a saddle. Increasing + refreshing levels of green begin to emerge, shattering the long term palette of black and white that has so dramatically dominated the landscape since our arrival.

Time slides away so quickly, maybe the last two weeks especially as we've worked our butts off- bolschy Belgians left early this morning though freeing up our old place we like to call home; an empty chalet. Tentatively we broached the question; "do you mind if we, er, house-sit again this week?". Crackers our Boss is so nice, without any hesitation we were given the go-ahead to make the big move once more. So, as the title of this post suggests, injured-but-happy; a great environment to heal. Whiling blissful hours away fluttering between reading about beautiful tales from Annie. T in Senegal : Its warm, sunny, 20 mins walk from long empty white sandy beaches, only inhabited by cows that wander along cooling down - they are those really thin tropical cows with great curly horns and little birds that live on them all the time to get the parasites off their skin. Alongside reading eagerly awaited news From Ems in Mexico; The school here is amazing. It was set up with the intention of being a mindfull eco community, and it works so very well. The campus is small and on top of a hill overlooking the cliffs and coastline, the sound of the waves tumbling in, and perfect sunrises and sunsets. So much green. A great little community garden that Im helping out with growing flowers and veges, and a three minutes stroll down the sandy path to the waves on a totally unspoilt beach with beautiful warm ocean waters and dramatic islands, rocks and cliff scattered everywhere. Even whales and dolphins seen most days not far away. : ah the brilliance + excitement of piecing dots together of great people to know around the world.

Peaceful detoxing-from-guest hours couldn't have been spent better : basking in great rays reading books, eating tangerines and rinsing the chalet's supply of filter coffee until it was time to leap into Chamonix town to hear all about Dave + Meg's awe-inspiring tales from their ski tour; of sleeping in wooden huts + rousing at 4am to ski virgin tracks beneath the stars. I suppose we got overexcited and stayed out too close to hitching-finishing-hours, and after 40 minutes of shaking by the roadside thumbing every moving object passing our path we admitted defeat and were gratefully taken in as waifs + strays as we snuck down to the basement of D+S's new inner city chalet + played slumber parties.