Yes, that was me on the seven hour walk above Muerren through Alpine fields of flowers and grasses, past cows blocking the trail, and at the base of a mountain hut deep in a glacial bowl.

Could it be more satisfying?  On one’s feet and in motion, up a mountain and down a mountain, picnics on rocks of Gruyere and thinly sliced meat from the butcher, pieces of chocolate.  And yesterday, in Gimmelwald?  I found a farm where I bought two bottles of fresh, cold milk.  Heavenly.

The evenings in Muerren, from seven on, the one long and narrow alley lined mostly by homes, a few hotels, and less than six shops (baker, butcher, market) is as silent as can be.

Today we’ll go down to Stechelberg by Luftseilbahn for a long walk again.

Later it’ll be schnitzel in the kitchen and a good Pinot.