St Anton Am Alberg, Austria
This morning as we left the guesthouse we were suddenly in amongst a steady stream of bikes and cars as we made our way towards the mountain passes to take us over into Austria.
We travelled for an hour and a half alongside mile upon mile of apple orchards. There were apples of all colours from yellows to greens, reds to deep purples, so many more varieties than are on offer in U.K. supermarkets and the scent of the apples as they were being harvested reminded m...