The biggest problem with staying in Gruyeres is the church bells. As you depart full of happiness, food, wine and meringues, your memory erases the noise of these cocouphonus beasts ringing out at 6-30 a.m. every, yes every morning. A great tsunami of sound washes over your slumbering body and forces you awake; probably the biggest alarm clock in the world.
Breakfast in the hotel is a buffet affair but this week the tea and coffee has been dispensed by an unnerving Lorraine Kelly look alike but speaking French and not with a Scottish accent. She is a lovely lady trying to learn English but finding it “très difficile.” Anyway, having mastered the art of getting back to sleep after the bells, we stumbled down for our last petit déjeuner at the much more respectable hour of nine o’clock.
And we are now back safe and sound. But although it’s only 10-30pm here in the UK now, as we were one hour ahead in Switzerland it’s in theory 11-30pm in my travelled if not jet lagged brain. So, I will finish this with pictures tomorrow!
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