In Switzerland. Walked in the other direction from the last walk, along gentle inclines in the sun. Most of the snow had melted away and the ground was almost dry enough to sit on (almost = I sat on what seemed to be a dry tussock and then had to brush a fair lot of mud off my jeans afterwards, once it had dried enough to do so). So I sat in the sun and drew mountains and a chalet in front of me in my composition notebook with my new sepia pen.