It’s another bright day and very warm, but the wind is blowing from a long way south, bringing with it sand and dust from the Sahara desert. We went down to Interlaken to get food and to refresh Val’s rapidly dwindling stock of Prosecco. In the village work on the church continues apace.
The huge metal cross that crowns the spire has been taken away by helicopter for refurbishment.
It’s another lovely day, and we were up early to enjoy the best snow conditions at Scheidegg.
The skiing was more or less perfect for the first few hours, and the runs were very quiet.
Soon the temperatures began to rise, and the sun started to take its toll on the snow. In cold weather snow sticks to your skis, but today the warm sunshine quickly melts it away.
We had a leisurely coffee stop before returning to Wengen. This afternoon the temperature in the village got up to 16 degrees – it’s t-shirt weather. It’s still March though, and winter often reappears at this time of year, so we don’t take the sunshine for granted.
It’s a beautiful spring morning, and we’re off up the hill to Kleine Scheidegg. We have some of Switzerland’s finest sporting goods to help us enjoy the snow.
Considering the perfect weather, the ski runs were quite quiet.
Arven is one of the most popular chairlifts in the region. This morning there was no one there but us.
Colin and Steve will be playing at the Braunbaer tonight.
We arrived back in Wengen after dark last night after an uneventful journey. When we left at the end of February the ski season was in full swing and the village was correspondingly busy with holidaymakers. This morning, in complete contrast, everywhere was quiet, and no longer do we have to queue to get to the checkouts at the Co-op.
Spring has arrived in the garden, and some of the bulbs that we planted in December are coming up. A few pictures.
We’re back in England, and our diaries are packed with appointments with friends, family, and for me – dentists. It’s always nice to have a wander around Shifnal though, and some of the local wildlife is waking up from winter slumbers. This squirrel posed nicely in a shaft of sunlight beneath a tree.
Our beloved local pub Odfellows closed down a while back, and the building has now been converted into a dental practice. I booked myself in for a checkup today, and sat in my usual seat by the fire in what used to be the lounge bar but is now the dentists’ waiting room. I do miss the old pub, but it’s nice being able to walk to the dentist instead of having to drive into Telford.
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