We stopped for a picnic by Lake Geneva where it was incredibly hot, and the lake was surprisingly like a swimming pool – warm, clear, and absolutely gorgeous for swimming. Sadly, one child had left his swimming togs at the bottom of his suitcase at the bottom of our car boot that was stuffed to the ceiling. So he and I played catch in the scraps of midday shade, feeling a bit hot and wretched watching the others bomb into the water. Lesson learned. Had we all had our togs handy we could have stayed and played all day
We drove on to St Germain des Bains, near Chamonix, where we had rented a small apartment. Here, Lily turned 12 and spent the morning practicing her photography skills and tasting macarons in the beautiful village
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