Right, so it’s the final day in Braunwald, nearly a mile high, and clouds rolled in this morning and we are engulfed in them so that visibility is no more than ten feet, and the rain falls steadily, and the effect is to make one feel in awe. It is wondrous.
A short walk, two miles there and of course two miles back, to a farming settlement in Nussbuhl where there’s a lovely, tiny restaurant. A lunch of rosti, soups, and a sausage, and, yes, a beer, and then through forests and pastures.
Tonight it’s pounded kalbs schnitzel with fries, salad, and zucchini, and then tomorrow we leave the mountains temporarily for Basel. On Friday it’s back to the alps, west of here, to the flat in Muerren with its shocking views from the narrow wood balcony of Eiger, Monch, and Jungfrau.