He ain’t budgin’

Giant Daisies

And a big old bastard of a mountain. “Glad we’re not going up that one eh Cookie… Eh? What?…You’re kidding”

Mind the cow patts!

Or so it says in the book.. The last thing you expect to find in a small Swiss town is a Sherlock Holmes museum! And then just out of town the waterfall of his demise. ( Now connected to a hydro electric power station just out of shot ). Not sure what will happen to the Swiss power supply once the glaciers are gone : / No more typefaces for us!

They make a right racket! Yet to see a herd of those purple ones. Shame.

Chef Cookie whips up a storm. Wild mushroom risotto, lemon couscous, cheese, tomato, red wine, local bread, and some Ainsley Harriot mexican chilli soup.

All cooked over a stove made from an old coke can filled with meths. Awesome.

Cookie explains that it’s a proper spring. The water is falling from cracks in the rock face. No previous stream. Wild water here tastes perfect. Naturally chilled. Great for the thirsty walker!

The mean looking beaver-like beast stood guard by the till of our chosen rain refuge on Day Three, as we made our way out of Engleberg, over Jochpass and down the valley. Much less snow there than we expected. Phew!

Marmot count is 1¹( including the stuffed one ).

Well handy for camping. Cookie demonstrates the campfire-mulled wine here. We shall be continuing to demonstrate this for you for some time. It’s important to get the right shot you see…