Posts about Switzerland
Switzerland, a quadrilingual country in the middle of Europe, has been my home since 2001.
The Burning Bushes
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More from this series – with Jo, Bruno, Nick and Ilona at Uetliberg and in Zürich over the weekend – in my flickr.com photo stream.
The View from Spiez Station
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The harbour area of Spiez, taken from the train station. Poet Josef Viktor Widmann (1842–1911) wrote in his book Spaziergänge in den Alpen (Strolls in the Alps) that “the view from Spiez Station is one of the most beautiful in the world“. I’d imagine that the foreground of this view was quite different at the
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
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Heaven is a warm, cosy home, with sparkling candles, a Christmas tree dusted with (fake) snow, and my love wrapped in a soft blanket with me, watching a good film after eating one of her delicious meals.
Rustico
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A tiny cottage buried in a vineyard near our home in Spiez, which is festooned with fairy lights around Christmas time. One could well imagine that it’d make a lovely little hidey hole, away from the crowds, where one could half expect to meet Annie Hawes and her sister preparing their own wine.
The Beginning of the Engagement
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I’d not planned all that much about it, though one thing was certain. Some months earlier, it had come to me in a brain-wave. I wanted to ask Jo to marry me by the light of stars and moon, on the banks of the lake in the town where we live.
Chäsbrätel
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Winter is upon us again, which means we can eat Chäsbrätel as much as we like!
Rhone Glacier
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Can you spot the Meads? Despite the rapid rate at which the glacier is shrinking, it’s still a very impressive sight.
Devil’s Bridge
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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
Them Again
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Almost every day, without fail by fine weather, this woman walks with her child in a pushchair along the lakeside path opposite my office. Every time, the child is wearing her hair in bunches and a pair of oversized dark sunglasses and they pause on these rocks for the mother to take photographs. The mother
