Was this my first blog ? Maybe

1984 - I was travelling from La sud de France to good Old Blighty, but decided to go via the alps. I ended up in chamonix, thankfully in the middle of August, but still not warm at night. All the hotels were full, or at least the ones that I tried, then I spot a half built chalet. Roof over my ed, and when it starts to rain, cushtie! Or at least till the dogs come. I hear them barking as somebody rattles the gates to the site, I freeze, fearing the slobbering attack of rabid hounds. Then the dogs and presumably their handler, depart. They've not opened the gates and my cosy spot is safe. Somehow I sleep, and when I wake-up, I wake to the most magnificent moutain view.