From what folks have posted and said, we have gathered the weather in the U.K. has been a bit rubbish. Sorry to have missed it! What we are not missing after just over 48 hours is the Brexit, election, political rants all associated with the forthcoming happy 😱 event in June. CNN and CNBC however are just full of Trump and absolutely nothing else. BBC world news is a very strange mix, as my ex working colleagues discovered in Malta recently, and seems to bear no relationship to the real world at all; more like a magazine programme with tiny, tiny bits of news thrown in. You’ll be delighted to know I once more resisted the meringues and cream for breakfast. Can I continue to do so, is the burning question of the day?
A look at the map in the car, and after watching two ladies reverse into the hotel wall (well, they had enjoyed the meringues and cream, so may have been on a sugar high!) at a slow enough speed just to damage the car 🚗 and not themselves; we headed for a lake and a dead end in the mountains that looked intriguing.
We must ask someone what is going on outside the hotel; a huge truck has been parked there since we arrived, with hoses various running from it and another strange contraption is parked in the field below the car park, that the two ladies emerged from backwards and at speed. The view from the hotel is wonderful and somehow this morning with a lack of sunshine looked more dramatic and stunningly green.
The picture of the truck is mine but the goat 🐐 is Mary’s.
And from then on her wildlife expertise just blossomed, as you will see. The lake turned out to be called the Black Lake and it dawned on us we had been there before when Zach was quite young. The place had been incredibly crowded back then but today it was peaceful and semi deserted.
As we walked round the lake we noticed just one chap on a wind surf board and we realised we had seen him practising in the car park when we arrived. He couldn’t have done that the time when we had visited before because it was rammed. And out of context but also here is a shot of my favourite window in Gruyeres.
So round the lake we went and Mary turned into the wildlife photographer of the year. She has been awarded the contract for Canada already, because the Chaffinch with caterpillar and her Grebe with small gudgeon, have thrust her head and shoulders above my humble efforts. Read ’em and weep.
I managed to take the Grebe out of focus and my attempt at capturing some House Martin’s, drinking from a puddle failed when they all took off as one, but Mary had got them well sorted!
So we had lunch by the lake and drove home. It did spit a little but held off completely and as I write this at four thirty the sun has reappeared and Mary has gone for a walk while I type the blog up.
And what a walk it turned out to be. A picture of the rear of the hotel we have not seen before; marred slightly by the fencing! But the flower intrigued her and so did the walkway by the church down near the pathway aptly called Charrière Des Morts used by nearby villages to bring their dead to the church.
She then encountered a glider where it obviously should not have been; in a ploughed field, together with a small group of curious and interested onlookers.
And I’ll finish with another two of Mary’s; the first taken at the lake and the second a couple of weeks back at The Vyne, where this whole ornithological photographic expertise took flight. (See what I did there?)
So until tomorrow, when we are definitely promised rain, take care and as always thanks for taking an interest!
M & M 🇨🇭🇨🇭🍷🍷