Media Manager Darren Bentley reports from EvianThe thunderstorms that greeted us on our arrival returned with a vengeance overnight!
And the rain was still pouring from leaden skies when the players took to the field for the first of two sessions today.
As you’d expect, that was to their satisfaction, even if it made the compulsory ice baths a less scary proposition!
Then it was back to the hotel for a spot of lunch and some rest and recuperation ahead of the early evening session.
Such is life for the players on tours like this. Work, eat, rest, sleep, repeat.
The emphasis is rightly on conditioning the players, although nothing is left to chance when the ball stops moving.
The hotel’s PlayStation is getting some hammer, as is the adjoining ping pong table and nearby pool table in the cavernous basement of the hotel, which has been given over to the squad.
There’s even a reminder of how many sporting institutions frequent this swish hotel.
You’ll no doubt be accustomed to the traditional row of clocks in top hotels, all showing the various time zones around the world.
It’s the same here, only hanging from the wall is an array of giant Rolex, whose company HQ is based just down the road in Geneva.
Evian water is, as you might expect, also a time-honoured tradition here. It’s everywhere!
Just when you think you’ve seen enough water for one day, either from above or the permanently-stocked fridge in the dining room, up pops your room maid, unannounced, with several more giant bottles of the stuff of life. Nobody ever died of dehydration in these parts!
A nice touch today was the visit of an Irish family, holidaying with relatives, who heard on the grapevine of the Clarets being in town.
Dad Nick, along with sons Ben, Dylan and Josh all turned up at the training ground hopeful of getting up close and personal with some Premier League stars.
And after the gaffer welcomed them with a friendly chat, the youngsters left with a ream of autographs to treasure.
Even the sunshine made a brief, welcome appearance.
Tomorrow though, the waterproofs are again at the ready. Turns out, it’s warmer in Manchester… albeit not quite so scenic.