It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip down memory lane. To family holidays and dream destinations. To see staggering beauty. To experience crisp, fresh mountain air. To experience the peace. To see the mountains and lakes. To see the awe of the The Alps. It’s time to visit Switzerland.
In these odd times where travel seems such an alien concept. Where our passports are gathering dust in drawers. Suitcases are redundant. Its so vital we continue to dream. To remember what a wonderful world we actually live in. To remind ourselves that places like Switzerland do exist.
Yes it’s now been 5 years since our last trip. Our last holiday. But one day we will return.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip to alpine heaven. Time to visit Switzerland.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for a little wander down memory lane. Back to 2015. Our last family trip to beautiful Switzerland. Last week we looked at the last long walk we did as a family of three. A walk at the Gonnergrat. But we had one more walk. A much shorter one but still memorable. This would prove to be our LAST walk with my partner.
I give to you that walk. I give to you one of the most beautiful countries on the planet.
Thank you Switzerland.
I put my hands up. I might poke a bit of fun at my county of birth. Well actually a lot. Yes the weather can be grim, the people can be a bit odd (me certainly included), we might be a little behind the cutting edge, probably spend too much time focusing on the past BUT….
It is a great place to live and visit. So much history, beautiful brooding landscapes, welcoming, diverse, a wonderful quirkiness and a place that has definitely left its mark on the world. So maybe every so often I should really show and tell the good about Yorkshire.
So here goes. I give you just a fraction of what Yorkshire has to offer.
It’s Sunday afternoon here in the UK. Sunday means it must be our weekly trip down memory lane. A lane which leads to one of the most stunning countries on our planet.
🇨🇭 Switzerland 🇨🇭
Switzerland is such a special place for our family. Hawklad’s Grandfather is scattered here. His Granny and his wonderful Mum will be laid to rest here as well. Yes it’s 800 miles away and that sounds such a long way some days but actually it isn’t. It’s so close. Hope exists that one day soon we will return.
But tonight I’m living in memories. Surrounded by grey, misty Yorkshire weather. A place lacking in colour for days. Then the old photos bring colours flooding back to lift my soul. A reminder of just how special this alpine paradise is.
With a fair wind we will one day return. But we will need to think about that beautiful rocking horse. As the shortest in the family now maybe it’s my turn to ride it. How much fun would that be.
I hope one day you will visit as well. ❤️
The sky that keeps on giving.
That’s so unlike our kitchen which certainly does not keep on giving. We are not having much luck with shopping over the last week. No pumpkin for Halloween and now no toffee apples for bonfire night. Our local store is only stocking essential items. Clearly they don’t have children – toffee apples are most definitely essential. Our supermarket is not stocking them this year. But most helpfully are stocking toffee apple flavour breakfast bars (not very good on a stick) and toffee apple flavour strong alcoholic cider. Actually cider might work for some teenagers but again not very good on a stick.
So the only option was to try and make them ourselves. I’ve had major issues with toffee apples before. Looking good as we had golden syrup and caster sugar in stock. Attempt 1 and 2 arc welded to the pan. Attempt 3 had the stickiness factor of water (even after 20 minutes boiling away).
Attempt 4 produced a little bit of stickiness so we took that one.
“Dad I will get the wooden sticks, where are they?”
Oh no I forgot to get them. We can just use forks stuck in the apples….
“What a muppet.”
“Dad where are the apples.”
Pants I didn’t get any apples as well….. We’ve only got the ones from our tree. They taste super sour.
“You are a gigantic muppet”
We could just eat the toffee with a spoon….
AND THATS WHAT WE DID….
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip to beautiful Switzerland. A country we haven’t managed to visit for 5 years but is very special to our family. It might be 800 miles away but it feels so much closer.
Yesterday I was talking to our son about visiting this wonderful country again. Without promoting he simply said ‘shame we can’t just move there’. I’m so with him on that. Imagine waking up everyday in a country that looks this good. Imagine that clean, fresh mountain air. A country which is so friendly, where everything works perfectly and one which still feels so safe. Living there would be a dream come true.
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.
Keep that special place close to your heart.