The fog has been coming and going all day, bit like my mind really, but I forced myself out anyway. I walked up to the summit of the Croix de Chaux on the edge of the piste (still no skiing for me) in the fog. Looking over the edge I saw that distinctive shape, in extra photos, moving.... Then, for 1 minute, the fog cleared. Of course Mr. Bouquetin saw me too and trundled off round the corner. I had unintentionally disturbed his breakfast after all. I did not intend to go bouquetin hunting as I have only ever seen chamois here. Feeling very lucky.