Day 35: Lausanne To Vevey (2)

It was a very warm afternoon, there was sunshine on the lake, and ribbons of cotton-wool cloud clung to the ridges of the lower Alps. Pierre and I had left Lausanne and were now beginning our walk to Vevey. The path hugged the shore, and was continually interesting as it wriggled its way between land and water. We passed inlets and marinas . . .  

 . . . and folk who were were swimming, sunbathing . . . 

. . . and generally enjoying themselves.

Sometimes the path stayed low, on the level of road and railway . . .

. . . and sometimes it climbed high, threading a route through the Côtes de Lavaux, Switzerland's largest area of vineyards. 

Hillside home above the lake. Doesn't this house seem like a natural part of the landscape, almost organically grown from the rock? 

Heading down to the church in Saint-Saphorin.

Finally we arrived at the campsite, 'La Pichette', just before Vevey. How's this for an idyllic camping spot? You can see two German cyclist-campers in the photo, but Pierre, Peter (yes, we'd caught up with him) and I were pitched close by. 

The view from my tent was unforgettable, and the sunset more amazing still . . . 

The light changed minute by minute . . .

. . . until the lake shimmered pink and pewter, as the sinking sun gave one last fiery glow . . .