Easter in the UK is etched in my memory as camping on the Devonshire coast, cold mornings and sunny afternoons, (oh, and pub lunches, in between sandwiches gritty with sand, consumed on the beach). Flowers. Grass. Lambs in the fields. You know - that sort of thing.
On Easter Sunday this year it was quite different. Mostly alpine. Not a lot of beach around.
Mind you, it was still undeniably 't-shirt weather' and not without sunburn! (...and believe it or not, the sea is only a few kilometres down the valley)
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