Crossing the Lech at Fussen.
The Lech further upstream.
Heading up the hill towards Ruette. You might be able to spot a cyclist on the windy path we have just come up.
Descending the hill into Ruette.
A little church at Pflach.
Joan is feeling a touch sad as her walking has finished. Tomorrow she catches the train to Innsbruck to begin her journey home. I will miss her company, and will have to resort to having a one sided conversation with myself when I come to an unclear fork in the path. Tomorrow I will start climbing even higher into the Alps ready to cross the Fernpass in 2 days time.