It was steep and the paths were narrow barely lining the edge of the mountain.  Sometimes they were non-existent.  I climbed over rocks following painted yellow diamonds marking the way. I stepped carefully, wary of the tree roots that rose above the earth, of the loose gravel beneath my boots, of the steep inclines that could see me lose my footing or injure my knees.

I have walked 1,000 kilometres. 1,000 kilometres!  Holy wow! 

Today, was an almost perfect walking day.  

16 kilometres is an easy distance to walk.  It affords time for ambling and more pausing and it is easier on the feet.

Vevey was definitely the right place for me to have a rest day.

I woke up at 7am but managed to sleep for one more hour.  I indulged myself in a long and slow breakfast in my hotel.  Coffee, orange juice, croissant and bread with butter and jam.  You always pay extra for breakfast in hotels and it generally isn't value for money which is why it was an indulgence.

Today was stunningly beautiful.  So beautiful that any pain and tiredness were just over-awed.  I walked beside the calm silvery waters of Lake Geneva.  I climbed up high into the vineyards.  I watched in awe as the haze cleared reviewing the jagged shadows of the Alps.  I ate my jambon et fromage sandwich amongst the hillside vines siting on an old brick retaining wall, dangling my feet over the edge towards the vines below and was dazzled by the view.

Today was a relatively easy walk through woodlands with a few steep climbs, alongside  from village to village until I found myself walking excitedly downhill to Lausanne. It was cloudy most of the day. The sun looked like a small silver moon.  I still managed to get sunburnt.