Yesterday evening, Jo agreed to be my wife. I am both the luckiest and happiest man alive.
… I was taking this photograph out of the bedroom window.
Can you spot the Meads? Despite the rapid rate at which the glacier is shrinking, it’s still a very impressive sight.
Whilst out and about with Jo’s parents these past couple of weeks, there has been a distinct sense of waiting in the air. The landscape is resting and gathering it’s strength to turn orange, brown and red as autumn arrives.
According to legend, the first “Devil’s Bridge” was established by the devil himself. The locals of canton Uri, where the bridge stands, were always unsuccessful in their attempts to establish a bridge across the deep gorge. Finally a chief official called out desperately: “Do sell der Tyfel e Brigg bue” (“Let the Devil build a bridge here“) and proposed a pact,…