Somewhere in the hills which push up the wall of rock on the western end of the Bernese Alps, there is a view. A view of rolling hills, green trees, little farm buildings and forested land. Beyond them, the sparkling turquoise-blue water of the Thunersee, with the impossibly white, impossibly high range of mountains which stand guard over the Jungfrau Region at their feet. In the left of this scene, the city of Thun, with its castle, nestles peacefully, hiding its busy nature by remaining ten kilometres distant.
This track, leading from Schloss Burgistein down the mountain to its village far below, is as close as I’ve found to the view I’ve been hunting these many years.