It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly virtual visit to beautiful Switzerland. It’s such a stunning country and means so much to our little family. Yes it been a few years since our list trip but the memories are still strong.

It’s a country where you always seem to be near a stunning mountain or a peaceful lake.

Those mountains are just so impressive. Towering over the largely unspoilt landscapes.

The mountains, lakes and villages just seem to work beautifully together.

So yes a place where memories are made. Like this fallen tree. Will always be that tree where a Dad trying to show off found out just how cold that water really was. I thought me being so streamlined would have not produced such an enormous splash.

A country with so many memories available. You don’t need to fish so hard to catch one.

Remembering the unique alpine sounds. None more so than the frequent ringing of church bells. In this land the bells are not drowned out by noise pollution. It’s such a beautiful sound echoing through the valleys.

So until next week, take care and remember it’s still a wonderful world.

50 thoughts on “Swiss Sunday

  1. Beautiful photos. My photos of Switzerland were on a small camera years before digital and they are fading just like some of the memories. It was decades ago when I was there–1971, I think. Wish I could go back and take them again.

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  2. Ahhhh… YES! Swiss Sunday on Saturday Night!πŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸ’«πŸŽ‰
    My eyes are playing tricks on me, cuz I swear I can see parts of Middle Earth in some of you photos. πŸ˜‰πŸ§™β€β™‚οΈπŸ§β€β™€οΈ
    Thank you, as always for making my Saturday nights something to look forward to. πŸ’ŒπŸ’Œ

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      1. It was… Laughs started after our first walk and attempt to have a wee swally. the gnets were so shocked by the chains up and the palaver to get into the boots that they had this whizzo idea that we should sit outside cos the rain had stopped. Well maybe so but the midgies were swarming. So the 3 of us troop back outside , leaving the only one allowed to go to the bar. And we try various seats in order to get the best place where the mdigies are less likely to eat us. 10 min, 15, 20, half an hour goes by and there’s no drinks. And you know what it is like, the fact you know something is in sight means you start getting drouthy as the Sahara. Just as 40 mins goes by and we are wondering if Big tam is trampling the grapes and boiling the hops, or the booze is now in lockdown, he appears from the other side of the Clachaig carrying this tray. One he’d been walking round and round with, the chalets, the hotel, despite the fact we were sitting at the front door. Not only that but you had to exit the Boots via the Snug and to make dusre no-one tried getting in that way they had fitted a new fire door bar, One that had jammed. So right at the start when he hit that bar and it stuck, he dropped the tray with all the drinks… Onto the floor …. They were not being served in plastic glasses.

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