The learning curve is as steep as some of the hills on this walk. After last week’s aimless perambulations above Bühler, and the spirit-shrivelling dehydration, I made a couple of small adjustments for this weekend’s outing. I dug out an old compass, last used in the Yorkshire Dales in the nineties, and found a water belt of more recent vintage to ensure easier access to fluid out on the trail.… READ MORE.... …
Month: July 2013
I can’t now recall whether I’d ever even heard of Appenzell before I moved to Switzerland though it’s renowned within the country for all things pastoral — its beer and cheese for instance, and its velvetty, undulating topography. And then there are the countless ancient rustic Swiss traditions — like making it impossible for visitors to park a car for more than 15 minutes in one place.… READ MORE.... …
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Something’s afoot. Me. For 3½ weeks I’ve been eschewing alcohol and chewing vegetables instead. Leafing through my vegetarian cookbook a month ago, I realised that my quarterly campaign to make a public fool of myself was long overdue. Or was I just sensibly easing my way to twice-yearly shame, on the way to a more rational annual humiliation? This time at least, I was able to negotiate a one-month news embargo.… READ MORE.... …