Two days ago we reached our campsite here on the side of Lake Annecy, near the French border with Switzerland. It’s a really nice place, with a small beach and a few boats. We tried a swim but the water was icy cold, even worse than Woolton Swimming Baths! It must be fed by some glaciers up in the mountains. I even spotted and snapped a typical Frenchman selling onions from his bike. He had even had a beret on! But alas no baguette tucked under his arm! The other lads are probably on stage at the Cavern Club as I type this. Part of me wishes I was there with them. There are always good looking girls at the Cavern! But I am enjoying this holiday with Mum, Dad, my brother and sister.