Readers, we had a lucky escape.
On the top of Piz Trovat stands this:
As you can tell, it is a potential hermitage, the perfect size for our beloved Herr Porridge. He is, as you know, something of a cosmopolitan but he does not eschew solitude. He loves the mountains and this view across the snow may have been enough to lure him from us.
Fortunately, he was unable to make the climb this day.
He was preparing his talk for the Summer School in Computational Modelling of Cognition in Bergun. Perhaps the elegance of his equations kept him happy. They have certainly saved us from an unhappy fate.
The World is My Cuttlefish 
i love porridge.. c
Thank you, C. I appreciate that.
He is a loveable little fellow – so many fine qualities in one so small.
he is a morning porridge, I can tell!! c