Sunday morning in Yorkshire. Like every Sunday morning for over a year now. Not enough sleep. Get up. Feed the pets. Exercise. Housework. Give Hawklad his breakfast. Feel frustratingly hemmed in. Isolated. Overthink life.
But eventually I start to breathe. Remembering what is important in life. In my life. Remembering those personal treasures that are so close to my heart. That always lift me up. That make me smile inside and out. And I realise just how truly fortunate I am.
Yes it’s been a typical Sunday. Well almost
It’s not RAINING…
WE can do this.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly trip to beautiful Switzerland.
Sat here in Yorkshire, listening to the rain and wind lash against the house …. I so need my little fix of alpine heaven.
Sunday was always my favourite day in Switzerland. It normally marked our first full day here. The holiday lay before us.
We would have an early hotel breakfast and off we would go to catch the first boat of the day. Heading across Lake Thun for our adventure.
Sunday would be quiet with virtually all the shops closed. A peaceful backdrop. With just the sound of water, cow and church bells breaking the silence.
The stress of life quickly forgotten. Surely this is what life should be really about. This is still a wonderful life.
And then make our way slowly back. One last Sunday task. A quick round of golf. A perfect Sunday.
It’s Sunday so it must be time for a bit of beautiful Switzerland. This morning it’s a lake trip.
Every Sunday morning we spent in Switzerland had the same trip. Catching the boat from Spiez to Interlaken.
It’s a couple of hours spent leisurely crossing Lake Thun.
Sometimes it’s a regular boat and sometimes it’s on the large and palatial old steamer.
Occasionally the trip comes with beautiful traditional Swiss Choir singing.
Our trip always involved a late breakfast, gorgeous coffee, fresh peppermint tea, a fruit juice and a table top animal game.
Lake Thun is a large one. It’s 2500 kilometres square and 712 ft deep.
After the late breakfast it was time to take in the stunning views.
We always said that if we ever won the lottery we would buy a house next to the lake. Mowing the lawn might be a tad dangerous on some of the properties.
Eventually you arrive at Interlaken after a beautiful and oh so relaxing morning.
Jim has selected Train songs for today’s Sunday Song Lyric Challenge
I initially just could see the Crazy Train by Ozzy or Night Train by Guns n Roses. But another song kept nagging away to be included. A song I would listen to on a Sunday morning when mum would put on her sad songs.
I give to you On the Evening Train Song by Johnny Cash. Originally by Hank Williams. Although it’s not his song you can hear Cash sing it with so much meaning – he had lost his beloved wife June.
The baby’s eyes are red from weeping
It’s little heart is filled with pain
And Daddy cried they’re taking Mama
Away from us on the evening train
I heard the laughter at the depot
But my tears fell like the rain
When I saw them place that long white casket
In the baggage coach of the evening train
As I turned to walk away from the depot
It seemed I heard her call my name
Take care of baby and tell him darling
That I’m going home on the evening train
I pray that God will give me courage
To carry on ’til we meet again
It’s hard to know she’s gone forever
They’re carrying her home on the evening train
Source – Lyricfind. Songwriters Audrey Williams/Hank Williams Snr