Assuming all is well, Wrinklitourist is off to the Alps on 30 July. Hilarious mix ups with the bookings have confirmed my ability to mess up. This is known as " doing a Basel" in my family, after I booked a flight to Basel which turned out to be a flight to Zurich, but I only realised when I was on the 'plane. Then there was the time I booked a hotel for a chum's splendid retirement do at a Bristol restaurant, only to turn up the day after the event. Or the time I turned up 24 hours early for a flight to Croatia. Or the time I read 14.00 as 4pm, and missed a flight to the Philippines. You begin to see the theme emerging. This time I managed to book all onward trains and accommodation for the day before I arrive.
If I manage to arrive in Aosta, my intention is to start the Via at the St Bernard Pass, and tick off about 6 stages before next year. This means that my planning for 2021 will not need to take account of a snow-blocked stage at the start, and I should be able to start in early May. The bro is not participating, having walked with me for three days in the Welsh mountains last week, and been shown a clean pair of heels (I like to flatter myself, in fact he was leaping gazelle-like up the steepest slopes while I puffed along behind.).
More to follow, once I am in Italy.
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