Etang de Comte

The first time a storm broke and sent us skittering down the mountainside, the second time we were so exhausted by the climb up from the village we never quite got to the lake.  Today we were thwarted by a handsome but mouthy young shepherd and the want of a lead.  We did a demi tour and sat on a rock above a mountain stream while Nico sulked.  I fed him sandwiches and ice cold rosé and he came up with the idea of attaching the dog to his jumper.  We awkwardly walked back across the pass, the shepherd thanked us and I dug Nico in the ribs and told him to let it pass.  

My phone was full of good tidings, the sky was wall to wall blue and the lake was worth the hassle it took to get to it.