Leaving Geneva airport and heading to France, Richard explained that his lawyer friend had a brother who lived in a cabin at the foot of the Alps. The guy turned out to be Rab who put us up for the weekend. Named after Rab C Nesbitt (Glaswegian alcoholic in denial), he turned out to be one of the most interesting characters I have ever met.
The house's style was an eclectic mix of ski-lodge-carpenter - if there is such a thing. A climbing wall overlooked Rab's living room. The railings of his viewing deck were on pillars as though nailed together after a frenzied evening of moonlight dancing and Absynthe. The Health-and-Safety-averse stairs were planks of thick wood sticking out of a central beam. The entire place had a ambient DIY mix of Salvador Dali and Davey Crockett.
I find it an interesting part of the human experience, and a part that Mother Nature has instilled in our genetic code, that we are constantly assessing the risks and dangers of our daily choices, and the greater choices in life.