Up at first light we jump on another heli - UN this time - and fly to Muzzafrabad.
We visit a school not far out from the town - but again up a hill. The damn place is full of them.
The school was knocked down in the quake and now the children have all their lessons outside. This includes reciting numbers, times tables and the alphabet.
Some of the grandad’s who come with the children find it a little too much.
Just below the school we again visit another family who have nothing left - are slowly building their lives again but are still incredibly hospitable and insist we have some tea before we leave as the cows look on.
