Hi Rob. I'm not really a connoisseur of wines (more a beer man), but I think those vineyards must belong to Henri Badoux, as his logo is a lizard (I'd noticed it on the bottles, but not previously in the vineyard). If you want to browse the wines, they are here:
https://www.henri-badoux.ch/fr/les-vins!
Hi David. The vineyards at that point are between about 430m and 550m, well below Leysin itself (see
https://map.geo.admin.ch/?topic=swissto ... 11&zoom=10). The train then winds up the hill, stopping at a few stations on the way before the first Leysin station, Leysin Village, at 1289m. That is the closest station to my house. The town itself is spread up the hill, with a further three stations, the last being Leysin Grand Hôtel at 1450m. That is where I do most of my work - what was the 'Grand Hôtel' is now the main campus of Leysin American School. This map
https://map.geo.admin.ch/?topic=swissto ... .55&zoom=8 shows the town itself.
Agreed Wurzel - Camberwell beauties live up to their names in every way (except for the 'Camberwell' bit!

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Since my last post, we've had Sahara dust ...
... fresh snow ...
... and beautiful weather:
Yesterday we did a trip along the Rhône Valley, where little by little the season is creaking into action. Here are a few piccies:

(eastern Bath white)

(Berger's clouded yellow)

(small heath)

(green-veined white)

(first painted lady of the year)

(first green hairstreaks of the year)

(common blues)

(Queen of Spain)
After popping briefly down to the valley this morning, we decided on a total contrast this afternoon, heading up to the top of the local mountain:
Unsurprisingly, we saw small tortoiseshells at all altitudes. There were lots at the top, sparring over the snow and occasionally landing on it:
More surprisingly, I saw my first swallowtail of the year at nearly 1900m, heading down the hill. It was in flight only, but I pointed the phone at it on the 3x optical lens and got a proof shot as it disappeared into the distance:
It must have been hilltopping and was now going home for the night.
Eventually, we headed home ourselves down a ski slope, pausing to listen to a ring ouzel singing:
You can't get lost here: all roads lead to Leysin

:
Guy