The small train up the mountain to the glacier, with views all down the valley.
Sledging. On the botty whizzer. In thigh deep snow.
The postcards we smeared with cake. And the cake.
Listening to Jake Bugg and thinking about my brother.
The lorry driver that waved at us. And then waving at all the other big campervans and watching them automatically wave back and then look slightly confused.
Walking up a big hill/small mountain to see the 360° of mountains and clouds and lakes. Absolutely amazing.
And a sneaky fourth little thing for today: driving the big campervan and manoeuvering it backwards into a small camp spot.
The incredible views as we drove up the country. The early morning mist, the peak rising up out of a sea of clouds and the bumpy hills leading back to the sharp mountain ridges. Beautiful.
Seeing a women cut a sandwich in half with an electric meat carver
Ordering everything on the tapas menu bar two things and then ordering more. And then mains. So. Full.