We spent the morning walking up a mountain again.  We didn’t get to a summit, but we climbed from one refuge to another, so it was a modest bit of warming up. It’s a strange period. In the valleys cuckoos are cooing and the azaleas are in magnificent bloom but up in the mountains there are still snow banks and fields prettily full of snowdrops. At the second refuge the emergency winter quarters were open so we sheltered in there from the rain. After brunch (why does simple bread and cheese taste so good under such circumstances?) the clouds cleared and we saw what was looming over us. We’ve got his name, we’ve taken his picture and he’s on the list. To get up him, though, we’ll either have to start very early or start from the refuge… Che bella bestia!