Full of caffeine and croissants, we kit up and head out along the river. The first signs of Autumn are showing in the trees, but it’s more refreshing than cold and as always in Chamonix, the air is completely still.
We take the first cable car of the day from La Flégère station to get ahead of others, to make sure we spend as long as possible at the Lake alone later.
Once clear of the cable station at Refuge La Flégère and on the trails the hiking begins. Above us Marmottes bask in the early morning sun like giant Guinea Pigs as the terrain become more rocky and the well worn path becomes less obvious as we scramble up scree and rock sections, at times guessing the route, heading relentlessly upwards.
Stripped down to base layer t-shirts through the exertion, we finally reach the lake. It looks very ordinary when you first stumble upon it, a dark coloured body of water set in a backdrop of high meadowlands and craggy rock outcrops. We know this is not the money shot though. For that we pick our way carefully to the far end of the lake to gaze back at our present position, not daring to look up at the view until we are at the perfect point.