Sunday 23 September 2018

High on a Hill ...

The noise of those cow bells must really be driving these cows nuts. We’ve driven up to a stunning place in the alps called Sommand and are surrounded by mountains, trees, ski lifts and the ever present sound of cowbells - did I mention that before?? Despite the noise it’s a gorgeous location and the fluffy one (AKA Graham) has just gone off for a walk. I hope he doesn’t get hijacked by a Dirndl-wearing mountain gal on his stroll up the paths.
Loving the sky

Walk this way

Alone on a hill ...

Reflection

We’ve just spent a fabulous couple of days in Montreux. Graham stayed in a campsite (whic wasn’t so fabulous) and I visited friends Radan and Johannes in Caux. The road to Caux was too tricky for Dickie (being up extremely twiddly roads with low bridges and perilous drops). Their house is stunning with a wall of glass looking out over mountains and the lake - and Johannes’ cooking isn’t too bad either. Graham was more than happy to get a plate of leftovers yesterday before we trotted off to a thermal spa for a drop of hot water swimming.


Hugo is starting to get used to being in the van again and doesn’t seem quite as terrified of everything. He’s keeping me company while I recover from the weekend’s excess of wine and good food. Strange he doesn’t seem to notice the bells.

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