It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly virtual trip to beautiful Switzerland. A country which we have not been able to visit in person since 2015 but still means so much to us.
This week I was talking to our son about Switzerland. I asked why he loved it so much. He thought for a while and simply said.
“It’s so big. Everything is bigger than I’ve ever seen before. You feel so small there”
He’s so right. In terms of area it’s not that big. The United Kingdom is six times bigger than Switzerland. But once you get there, it hits you. In Switzerland everything is on such a grand scale. It’s completely breathtaking.
It’s dark, bit of blue sky, very windy. Good drying weather.
Friday was one of those days. Hassle from school. Missing items. Me being a walking accident magnet. My favourite music magazine, one I’ve been reading for ages, went out of business. And the washing machine….. it decided to eat itself. Two hours of fruitless home repair confirmed that in the words of Monty Python –
E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-WASHING MACHINE…..
A bit of disaster when we have such a heavy lockdown washing requirement. A replacement one was finally sourced that has an expected delivery window of less than 3 months!! So it’s the delights of hand washing for a while. Given Hawklads anxieties – lots of it. I guess it’s a good arm workout.
I need the weather to be nice and cooperate. Outdoor drying would really help. Please help me dry the washing, pretty please….
So here’s the new sport. It’s great for endurance and reactions. Much bending over and sprinting. It’s called ‘catching my pants as they hurtle across the farmers field’. The sizeable wind was clearly trying to turn my underwear into a new post brexit export to Belgium. In fact given the colossal size of my pants they would constitute a bigger new trade deal than anything our clowns of a government have secured in one year…..
It’s Sunday so it’s time for our weekly virtual trip to beautiful Switzerland. A country we haven’t been able to visit since 2015 but it’s still very close to our hearts. The family link started just after the Second World War when my partners worked in the country on charity work aimed at helping injured service men. The link has stated strong since then.
It’s such a friendly and utterly stunning place. It’s a clique but everything does work like clockwork. Once you visit those mountains and lakes the place just stays with you. Gets into your soul.
So here’s the thing. Those in the family with the strongest links to Switzerland have now sadly left us. So the baton has passed to me and our son. To maintain those links. It won’t be easy. Single Parenting, Aspergers, Finances and European Travel will make it difficult. But we both respect family tradition and so love Switzerland. We will find a way.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip to beautiful Switzerland. We haven’t been able to go back there recently but it’s still a country which means so much to our family.
As a child I would visit the local library most Saturday mornings. I would spend a couple of hours reading books while sat next to the libraries little goldfish pond. One of my favourite books was an old book on climbing. Lots of pictures of a dreamlike country called Switzerland. It just seemed like a different world to a young lad from a grey and rundown Yorkshire seaside town. I so wanted to go there. Many years later I got my wish. See dreams can come true.
Flying towards Geneva and seeing The Alps for the first time was awe inspiring. Then the next seven days confirmed just how special this country.
It’s that good that photographs just can’t come close to capturing how beautiful and epic it is. Simply breathtaking.
So I will keep dreaming that soon our family can return there. Because dreams can come true.
Chelsea Owens has another poetry challenge on the go. This week it is….
Hey! It’s the A Mused Poetry Contest! Make a gaffe, cause a laugh!
Here are the specifics for this week’s contest:
The Theme is commercials: try radio, newspaper, halftime show, or a high-pressured letter you get in the mail.
The Length needs to run between 5 and 155 words.
Rhyming is at the discretion of the poet (you).
The Rating can be PG-13 (though I’m not fond of cussing). Hear that, E??
MAKE US LAUGH. I wanna hear your ditty passed around online meetings, morning talk shows, and incessant chatting from children at the dinner table.
You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next Friday (October 2) to submit a poem.
The problem is that I started writing a poem. A terrible one. I lime making my poems terrible. It hides how bad I am at being a bard, but it allows me to call myself one. But I went for the wrong subject. Adverts and Brexit. Just couldn’t make it funny. I failed. So I won’t be sending my words to Chelsea this time. It’s terrible. I could make it terrible. Definitely terrible but not funny this time. Sorry just not a funny subject. It’s just very sad.
Cue the patriotic music and views of the White Cliffs of Dover
It’s time to sell Brexit to the masses, to buy into the dream, moreover
Just think of the future with our new brightly coloured passports
The fun of all those new travel checkpoints and long queues at the ports
The joy of telling our kids that we have taken away their right to free travel
Watch as our worker rights and environmental standards begin to unravel
Be happy as we sell the NHS to American Insurance Groups in the hope of a deal
Any deal as we cut ourselves adrift, is it time for chlorinated chicken to be revealed
Let’s not forget the rich brexit backers who for some reason have now moved abroad
Let’s be proud that now as a country we are free to rip up international accords
Enjoy the sight of all those companies now moving jobs away from our now free island
Yes remember those glossy Brexit adverts that told us to dream, smile and
Strangely failed to mention all the crap that is about to happen to our country
That’s the problem with adverts, they sell you stuff you don’t need, that’s speaking bluntly…..
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly virtual trip to beautiful Switzerland. A place we haven’t been able to visit for 5 years now but which still holds a special place in our hearts.
Times are tough. Travel and seeing the world is almost a nonstarter. That actually applied to many even before a pandemic kicked in. It certainly feels that way for our little part of Yorkshire. A little piece of the world that seems to contract just a little bit everyday. But some things still provide hope. Shine a light in the darkness.
To Hawklad and me Switzerland is one of those beacons of hope. A land which is almost too beautiful to seem real. As if you are visiting a land formed in an old art masterpiece. Maybe a perfect fantasy world created in a brilliant mind.
But Switzerland is real. It is that perfect. We endlessly look at old photos of our family trips there. Those memories brighten and expand our world. Sustain us through the dark days. Provide hope.
The thing about having hope is that it keeps you going until the clouds of life start to part. When it does for us there is always Switzerland.
It’s Sunday so it’s must be time for our weekly trip to beautiful Switzerland. A country which we haven’t been able to visit in a few years but which still holds a special place in our hearts.
Someone asked why we love this country so much. Well the first thing is that is has so many links to our Hawklad. His mum’s family have had links to the country for nearly 80 years now. That’s so important to our son.
Another reason is how the Swiss villages just look so perfect in the alpine landscape.
Another reason is the country’s beautiful lakes. They have a magical quality.
Another reason is those walks through the wooded mountain valleys. They are simply breathtaking.
We hardly get much snow these days where we live. The excitement of coming to land where the snow is always there. Even in summer.
The mountains are nothing short of epic.
Finally its not a bad place for an 8 year old to have breakfast.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip to beautiful Switzerland🇨🇭. A country which means so much to our little family. We haven’t been since 2015 but it definitely still feels like home.
This week we won’t be venturing too far away from water. All the photos feature beautiful Lake Thun.
It’s a wonderful deep blue coloured lake that sits on the northern edge of The Alps. So it is surrounded my imposing mountains and rolling hills.
Deep snow does not often fall here even during winter. But you are often surrounded my snow covered mountains. So very close. During the summer it is often very warm here. Then the cooling lake waters are such a delight.
During the summer months it is popular with those who sail, windsurf and swim. Lake steamers take tourists on relaxing trips across the waters. Those who like to fish come here all year round. It’s also a hikers and runners dream.
Lake Thun and the little town of Spiez are just so stunning. It’s tempting to spend all your holiday here. Why travel when you have all this.
Lake Thun also has one of the most beautiful little playgrounds in the world. Definitely one of Hawklads favourite places ever. A great place to dream.
I was planning to post something which was quite dark and bleak. It was all scheduled to go and then….
I was doing my morning workout and just had a thought. A random thought. One word popped into my head….
Hawklad has been to Paris Disney three times now. He adores it. Much happiness.
So that word kept popping into my head. Looking at the dark grey sky I just thought maybe a bit of light relief is required somedays. So the bleak post has been replaced with this one. One day I will do a full Disney Day one but let’s just have a few happy memories to keep us going for now. Now that’s what a I call a candy floss…..
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.