We made it safely back home and thanks to Easy Jet for a flight bang on time, and although the drive back from Gatwick is a bit of a bore, the cost saving compared to British Airways or Swiss from Heathrow is a no brainer. Anyway yesterday went something like this:
Are you positive no breakfast on the terrace again, this morning, sir?
The night before we had gone wild for dinner with Mary having a quiche and me another Rosti! Hold us back! One proper sized bottle of wine, (a humble rose and hardly exotic,) two deserts and one coffee and one tea; came to the eye watering total of £84-50. Laugh? Thank goodness no one had the fish or the steak? 🤣😆
The desert was wonderful, a bit too sweet for Mary but it was our last night and I had my, “Oh, what the hell!” hat on. The walk back was very slushy, however, overnight the temperature dropped to minus eleven, so come the dawn it looked lovely but boy was it frozen. The sun shone into our dear room 24, belying the conditions outside.
And here let me just muse on the art of tail gating, for one moment. I do realise that the Swiss just treat these amazing (to a humble Brit,) occurrences as completely normal. It happens all the time and fleets of small, large, even individually owned snow clearing contraptions hit the streets and pavements. Schools don’t close, motorways are clear and trains run on time. If I am driving my hire car in a temperature showing minus three, with a dashboard warning light in bright yellow of a huge snowflake and skid sign illuminated, I am afraid I do tend to drive with caution. No, I can hear you; not slowly but with caution. And I do tend to get a smiling face from the interactive speed traffic signs that usually say, “bravo” as I pass by. Which means even in the eyes of the law, I am being sensible.
So, I do not need a local driver, totally blasé about driving on snow stuck in my rear view mirror, trying to open the boot. And it didn’t happen once, it happened a lot. An age thing? Possibly, because as I have now got to the age I am, to go on a bit longer would be very pleasing and passing away on a snow covered road in Switzerland, by plunging down a snow covered valley to the frozen river below; however romantic that may sound, is not quite the way I would like it all to end. But I think it is more that because for them this is an everyday occurrence, that probably has resulted in the underlying danger that is still there being completely lost. However, please just BACK OFF, it gives me the willy’s, just saying.
Mary took, as always, some stunning pictures.
The one on the left, is from the hotel car park! So we drove gently, not slowly to Geneva. By the time we got to Lausanne the snow had all but departed. We arrived well in advance of departure time and had a leisurely lunch.
The flight was well on time and that was that. Memories of huge snow mounds, in places almost ten feet tall, will linger for quite a while and no mistake.
Quite an adventure, and for a waitress to look out of a restaurant window and comment, “Neige!” It must have been unusual, even for them!
The next birthday visit , I guess will be in May for dear Zach and hopefully sans snow ploughs!
Thanks for reading, as always and travel safe yourselves. M & M 🎂✈️💤💤