Driving home for Christmas

If you've been following my Twitter stream today, you'll probably know that while I should be almost in Scotland by now, I am, in fact, still on Swiss soil. After the third early start in a row, when we headed for Geneva to catch our flight to Edinburgh for a two week holiday with family, the plague of flight cancellations…

Driving home for Christmas
Large Christmas tree, Spiez, Switzerland

Out in the cold

I pledge to take more winter landscape photos this year, after being out this evening to take some long-awaited photos of the Christmas lights in Spiez.

Out in the cold

There by the carousel

It was odd being here, disembarking with no passport check after two flights to collect baggage he had last seen on the French border. It looked as if there were people waiting next to the carousel; perhaps she’d be one of them. Was that her? The beautiful one over there? This is a 50-word short story. Read more by other…

There by the carousel

Don’t ride the rails drunk, kids

I woke a sleeping drunk last night, when the train to Interlaken terminated in Spiez due to the onward line being blocked. He looked at me blurrily and asked whether he needed to catch the onward replacement bus service to get to Grenoble. (Which is in France.) In other words, he’d staggered onto the wrong train from Bern, fallen asleep…

Don’t ride the rails drunk, kids

Gaudy is Good

I love gaudiness in the U.K. at Christmas and revel in the blinking, multi-coloured tastefulness of it all. Just so long as it's someone else's home, not my own.

Gaudy is Good