A lovely chateau on the hill above the lake with rows of vines in the front yard. I think it's actually been converted into a loony-bin. Or to be more PC, a mental health institute.

I went fishing in the Versoix last evening. Usually, we just catch the micro-trout down there, but yesterday towards sunset, I had a big pig wack my dry fly. She was on for just a split second, but must have been a couple of pounds, leaving my heart palpitating. Probably came up out of the lake. I know where she's lying and will go back tomorrow to try again.

Now it is off to Gunther's for a BBQ and to watch England play Ecuador.