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Mary was doubly inspired by the constant presence of these two great poets. In this quiet lakeside village, far from home, there were few distractions to dilute the creative energy she imbibed from them.

As these famous poets sat up late, putting the world to rights, Mary sat and listened. Yet despite her reticence (or, perhaps, because of it) her creation eclipsed theirs.

Lake Geneva was another powerful source of inspiration. Shut off to travellers by Britain’s wars with France, Western Europe’s largest lake was now open to British visitors again. Surrounded by huge snow-capped peaks, it was unlike anything in Britain.

Byron pictured on the verandah, Villa Diodati, c. 1816 / Rischgitz / Getty Images

When the sun shone it was idyllic, but in stormy weather it was the ideal setting for a tempestuous tale like Frankenstein.

If the weather had been fine, Mary might have never written Frankenstein. However that summer the weather was awful – not only in Switzerland, but all around the world.

Now we know why - a massive volcano had erupted in Java – but at the time this ‘’ was a mystery.

Crops failed and famine was rife, sparking social turmoil throughout Europe. For Byron and the Shelleys, the problem was less acute.

Stuck indoors for days on end, Byron suggested they all have a go at writing ghost stories. None of their efforts were up to much, apart from Mary’s Frankenstein.

Hand-written envelope by Lord Byron to his Cambridge friend John Cam Hobhouse, 23 June 1816 / Murray Collection, National Library of Scotland

This letter was sent from Evian, the first stop on a boating tour of Lake Geneva which Byron took with Percy Shelley. The two poets visited the Château de Chillon and Clarens — the setting of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Nouvelle Héloïse.

If you only know Frankenstein from the movies, Mary’s novel is a revelation. It’s a compulsive page turner, but it’s also brimming with ideas. Her father, William Godwin, was a leading radical. Her mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, had been a feminist pioneer. She’d grown up surrounded by artists and intellectuals. Her writing wrestles with the great philosophical issues of the age.

Strictly speaking, Frankenstein isn’t actually a ghost story. There’s nothing supernatural about it. Like all the best Science Fiction, it’s about the here and now. Subtitled The Modern Prometheus (after the Titan of Greek mythology who stole fire from the Gods) it grapples with ethical dilemmas which still trouble us today.

Do we have the moral right to create artificial life? Are scientists creating a brave new world we can’t control? Mary anticipated the danger of separating science from morality. In 2016, the genetic engineering she foresaw has become everyday reality. Blade Runner is a direct descendant of Frankenstein.

These two Swiss exhibitions are very different but they complement each other perfectly.

, belies its lurid title. It’s a serious academic study, at one of the world’s leading bibliographical museums, scrutinising Mary’s eclectic sources and the evolution of her haunting tale.

Among the highlights are handwritten pages from her first draft, with Percy’s comments in the margins. ‘You can see the very gestures of the writer,’ says the exhibition’s curator, David Spurr, Professor of English at Geneva University, as he shows me round.

is equally meticulous. Here the focus is on Byron, and his visit to this medieval castle with Percy in 1816, but there’s also plenty about Mary. ‘At that time, she really had time to think for herself, and write for herself,’ says the Chateau’s Director, Marta Sofia dos Santos, as we walk around the ramparts.

Though the contents of the show are fascinating (letters, diaries, manuscripts...) the best exhibit is the location – looking out across Lake Geneva, where Byron and Percy nearly drowned, in one of the sudden, violent storms you get so often on this lake.

The Fondation Martin Bodmer is even more evocative. It’s just around the corner from the Villa Diodati, where Mary began writing Frankenstein. Today the villa is the private residence of British film director Alan Parker. A plaque outside records that Byron used to live here, but there’s no mention of Frankenstein.

Vue de la Valée de Chamouny pris près d’Argentière by Carl Hackert / Centre d’iconographie genevoise, Bibliothèque de Genève

In July 1816, Percy Shelley, Mary and her half-sister Claire Clairmont made an excursion to Chamonix. Percy Shelley wrote to his friend Thomas Peacock describing their journey. His words were published alongside Shelley's poem Mont Blanc in History of a Six Weeks’ Tour, 1817.

Straight away, Percy saw the potential of Mary’s short story. He encouraged her to expand it into a novel. Later that summer they went to Chamonix, another location in Frankenstein. In September Percy and Mary returned to England. In December, Percy’s wife, Harriet, was found drowned. She was pregnant with her third child. Percy married Mary a few weeks later.

Frankenstein was published in 1818, and quickly became a bestseller. ‘The tale, though wild in incident, is written in plain and forcible English, without exhibiting that mixture of hyperbolic Germanisms with which tales of wonder are usually told,’ wrote Walter Scott. Mary bore Percy two more children, but in 1822 Percy drowned, aged 29, on a voyage across the Med. In 1824, Byron died, aged 36, of malaria in Greece.

Mary devoted the rest of her life to her husband’s posthumous reputation. She edited numerous collections of his poetry, but her father-in-law forbade her from writing Percy’s biography. She never remarried. Three of her four children predeceased her.

She wrote several other novels, but nothing she wrote subsequently matched the success of Frankenstein. As she recalled in later life, ‘It was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words.’ She died in 1851, aged 53, the last survivor of that ‘year without summer’ in the Villa Diodati. These two exhibitions beside Lake Geneva bring that momentous summer back to life.

• is at the Fondation Martin Bodmer in Geneva until 9 October 2016
• is at Chateau de Chillon in Montreux until 21 August 2016

Platel (drawing) et Cheyère (lithographer) | Mr Cooke in the role of the monster (Théâtre de la Porte St-Martin, 3rd act), Paris: Genty, 1826 / Bibliothèque Nationale de France, Paris / Le Monstre et le magicien, by Antony Béraud and Jean-Toussaint Merle, was among the first theatrical adaptations of the novel by Mary Shelley. It was produced in Paris in 1826. The role of the monster is played by the London actor T.P. Cooke, who had earlier played the same role in Presumption, an English version. This illustration of the script shows the moment where, in the novel, the creature kills William, the little brother of Victor Frankenstein.