It wasn't the pope

We saw the smoke kilometers away.
Little did we know it was on route up the mountain in the village of Gex. As Ally drove past the cyclists who were stopping for a nose rest and continued up the zig zag hairpins, that Ally seems to love driving rally style. ( I will find out if he reads this shortly ;-)

We headed to a wee aire next to a weir, in the village of Bresilley. Only the swans saw us arrive and we hit the hay.