Almost a year ago we ended a long and interesting route across the Valais, from Andermatt to Lake Geneva. After we had found a campsite, showered and changed into clothes which did not make us smell like rancid goat, we found a simple cafe. Moules and endless chips, salad, too many beers, and for not much more than a tenner each.
It seemed stupidly cheap. Our table looked across the water, and we had a good meal, which we could not really enjoy, because it meant that our walk, and all the high passes, might now just be memories. If we had the chance, then we would have wanted to just start again.
After that we just had the nostalgia for Travel-lunch, with ice forming on our tent.