‘an hour later found us in the only pasture in the Vetti mountains, or so it seemed. We all sat down for a rest and the sun came out. It was lovely. I took off my cycle cape and we set off again. The scenery was : trees, grass, streams. What a change!
We followed a path in the grass and went into the forest. Ahead of us, we saw water pouring down a cliff. It was the Vetti waterfall. We took photographs, rested on our rucksacks, then set off again.
We just had to go round the corner of the cliff. There, we met 3 French girls. They told Alain it was 1 and a half hours to the Alpine hit. However, they went uphill, right up the mountain……’
Linda Jones (Appleby)