The Travelling Fairy DancerSkipping in Switzerland
April 14th 2008 12:23
The tinkling sound of cow bells drifted on the cool breeze as we trekked up a hill in search of the placid creatures.
Past waterfalls streaming down rockfaces, story-book houses with red flowers dripping over window boxes and impossibly lush, green grass, we stumbled upon the herd quite suddenly, hidden as they were down a slight dip in the valley hill.
Perfectly proportioned black and white patches adorned these fat, almost 'shining with good health' cows. The constantly chiming bells on the calves added to the fairy-tale atmosphere so we sat on the grass, pretending to be Heidi and breathing in the famed air from the Swiss Alps.
That same air, despite being summer, was amazingly cold as we conitnued on our trek to the Trummelbach Falls in The Lauterbrunnen Valley. Under the peaceful watch of the Jungfraujoch, touted the "Top of Europe', over 20 000 litres of water per second cascades over glacier falls; its immense power hidden among the rocks and accessible only by tunnel lift during the summer.
Saturated, teeth chattering and lips blue, we ventured back into the sunshine and the pristine dreamland lit by its rays. Skipping and singing, spellbound by a ridiculous, mad happiness, we found a shady tree and sat in what seemed a life-like painting for the rest of the day. Totally present, gloriously content in nature.
Sound corny? Definately. But, I dare you to go to Switzerland and resist the urge to skip, (or at least sing from a hilltop).
Past waterfalls streaming down rockfaces, story-book houses with red flowers dripping over window boxes and impossibly lush, green grass, we stumbled upon the herd quite suddenly, hidden as they were down a slight dip in the valley hill.
Perfectly proportioned black and white patches adorned these fat, almost 'shining with good health' cows. The constantly chiming bells on the calves added to the fairy-tale atmosphere so we sat on the grass, pretending to be Heidi and breathing in the famed air from the Swiss Alps.
That same air, despite being summer, was amazingly cold as we conitnued on our trek to the Trummelbach Falls in The Lauterbrunnen Valley. Under the peaceful watch of the Jungfraujoch, touted the "Top of Europe', over 20 000 litres of water per second cascades over glacier falls; its immense power hidden among the rocks and accessible only by tunnel lift during the summer.
Saturated, teeth chattering and lips blue, we ventured back into the sunshine and the pristine dreamland lit by its rays. Skipping and singing, spellbound by a ridiculous, mad happiness, we found a shady tree and sat in what seemed a life-like painting for the rest of the day. Totally present, gloriously content in nature.
Sound corny? Definately. But, I dare you to go to Switzerland and resist the urge to skip, (or at least sing from a hilltop).
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