It’s a foggy day in old Wengen town. You can ski when it’s snowing; you can even ski when it’s raining if you have to, but thick fog turns your whole world into a gloomy white panorama with no real points of reference beyond the tips of your skis. Today the fog is particularly infuriating, as it starts at Almend just above the village, and tops-out at about 2700 metres, well above the local summits.
Well that’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it 🙂

Fog hangs over the valley
So we pop down to Lauterbrunnen for lunch and to have a look around the sports shops (all 2 of them). Val is trying to improve her German and learn the local Swiss dialect, which is actually more like a completely different language. To this end she spent some time looking after Aliena (aged 3) yesterday afternoon, which probably didn’t help as Aliena never shuts up and doesn’t care whether you understand or not. We do however try our very best Swiss German at the cafe in Lauterbrunnen. It is curious to see peoples’ reaction when you do this. There’s clearly no need as it’s obvious that we’re British and everyone here speaks English. They do let you blunder on however – it probably brightens their day to hear Brits asking for everyday items in terms more suited to a primary school classroom.
I reckon if we keep it up for the next 10 years or so the locals might assume we’re Germans with learning difficulties.

Chatterbox

Wengen from Lauterbrunnen
There’s a wedding in Wengen today. Here’s the bride posing for photos at the station. Can’t imagine why anyone would want to get married in Wengen in March…

Wonder if she’ll be in Rocks for the music later
I remembered this morning that we’d posed for one of those selfie cameras that are popping up everywhere while we were over at Grindelwald the other day. Not a bad shot if you ignore the sponsorship.

Cheese!