Another lakeside lunch

Andrea and Yvette come by train from Geneva to visit me today, and take me out to lunch. When they got off the train in Territet, they went into the open church to look for me, not realising for a while that Church House is next door, so it was nearly half past twelve then the doorbell rang. Like Dianne and Ian yesterday, they were amazed and delighted by the place.

We went down to the Port to eat, but being a Monday, 'Le Contretemps', like many other restaurants and bars was closed. Territet Tennis Club's bar and restaurant a hundred and fifty metres away was however open, and we were able to eat out on the terrace in the sun with a view of the lake behind tennis courts, to a soundtrack of practice games being played. The proprietor seemed to be single handed, waiting on tables and preparing meals, so service was slow,  but it hardly mattered as had so much to talk about. How marvellous to have been able to catch up with so many old friends during our time here. 

After eating and spending even more time catching up on news about mutual acquaintances, we walked along the lakeside to Montreux gare, where we parted company. Passing the covered market hall, much of the area was cordoned off for the removal of all the equipment installed for the weekend's festival of acrobatics - quite a logistic exercise, creating an outdoor gymnasium.

Being at the station, meant I could visit the ticket office and buy a one way full price fare this time, CHF36 for my horribly early return journey to Geneva Airport on Thursday. No more hassles with uncooperative ticket automats! After walking back home, I started thinking for the first time about gathering my belongings to start packing my case. Over the course of six weeks, stuff gets spread all over the house. As I get older, I am becoming more like Clare, who habitually starts packing several days before departure. We're not so good at last minute rush there days.