Clouds obscured the mountains, valleys, and even the houses less than fifty yards away when we woke this morning, and it’s been like that all day. Which didn’t keep me from a quick stroll to the baker and butcher, who are just down the street. So it goes in Muerren.
It’s been a languorous day with Caitlin Moran’s extremely funny columns, and a lunch on the wooden balcony just feet away from a heavy downpour.
We’re talking fondue, salad, and a glass of Pinot Noir from the Valais.
So much for action.