Fun and games at the Caprice last night, the reindeer gets all the attention.
Steffan knows that we’ll stay longer if he feeds us. These focaccias were delicious.
Val was working today. We had a little bit of everything – rain, snow, wind, but mostly it was just gloomy. Looking back up towards Scheidegg from Brandegg, not much to see today.
A grey, dull sort of a day today, but we’ve lots to look forward to. It’s Steve and Colin’s 150th gig, and they’re playing in Rocks.
Ali has baked a lovely chocolate cake.
There was plenty to go round everyone in the bar.
Uptown Lights at the Caprice later.
Up early this morning, the forecast is good. Skied all the usual stuff up at Männlichen – it’s nice and sunny but there’s a brisk north wind. View down to the lake.
We make our way round to Scheidegg and ski more pistes after coffee. Some of the snow is a bit variable after all the wind yesterday, but overall it’s fine. We skied home for lunch, and tonight we have the DHO president’s party.
There’s a föhn blowing when we woke up this morning, with trains and ski lifts all closed. Only the tiny tots on the nursery slope remain unaffected.
It’s school holidays in Holland this week, and the Dutch love their skiing. They wait patiently for a train that might never come.
Down here in the village the weather’s not that bad, so I decide to go for a run. My headphones seem to have expired, so I borrow Val’s and set off. It’s nice to be back on the road. I was lucky – as soon as I got back we had a huge snowstorm. The people who were waiting for the train will be counting themselves lucky not to have gone up the hill.
The heating is fixed, and Val has a day off, so it’s time to get out of the village for a change of scenery. We’re heading for the Three Tells pub in Matten. The bus drops us right outside.
Wherever in the world you find tourists, you’ll generally find an Irish pub not too far away. But just how Irish is it? There’s Guinness on sale, and folky Irish music in the background, but the girl who serves us is from Chester and her colleague is German. On the TV is a ski race from Austria. I order an Irish breakfast for my lunch, and Val has something called a Sloppy Joe.
My breakfast is indistinguishable from a Full English, although it’s none the worse for that. Val’s Sloppy Joe originated in the USA, according to Google.
So all in all there’s just a thin veneer of Irishness here, but we love the place nonetheless. It’s cheap, endlessly cheerful and deservedly popular, which is all you really need in a pub, whether it’s Irish or otherwise.
Not much to report today – Val went up for work and her customers were late, which led in turn to a very late lunch. I serviced the dishwasher – lovely messy job, at least it’s only once a year. Meanwhile we’re waiting for a plumber as the heating has decided not to work. Fortunately it’s quite a bright day so that’s not the end of the world.
A double-dose of live music later, with Ruben playing the early shift in Rocks, and Steve Donnelly a little later at the Caprice.
The old English proverb is proving correct so far. This morning was grey and windy. Val’s office.
The snow began just before lunch, and before long everything was covered. It’s all a bit of a shock after the spring weather we’ve been enjoying.
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