For this week’s challenge, take a hike.
Where the hedgehogs and mice say good night to each other, but be careful where you tread.
“Good night mouse”
“Good night hedgehog”
and everything is well in their sheltered burrows and nests somewhere in the Swiss countryside. I just wave to them when I walk through the area and ask myself what am I doing here?
Via London and its dusty smelling streets to Zürich in Switzerland with its dusty smelling streets, although the streets in Zürich had a hint of gold dust in the air, most likely from the banks where no-one really lives: just a few gnomes hoarding their treasures in the vaults. If you are lucky and know a person from Zürich you might be able to live in their house for a couple of years. If you are more than lucky, you can move away from Zürich to the Swiss countryside. You might even be lucky enough to meet the man of your dreams, marry and ground a family and then the fun starts. Where do you live, another town? Yes, but you wait for the opportunity and move into the countryside and there we meet the mice and hedgehogs.
Take a walk in the evening, family hedgehog are preparing for the night on the tiles, or in the grass. There are humans also living in the area. There are no shops. The postman only rings if he collects money or has a registered parcel, otherwise he will not even ring once or twice. He drops the letters in your own personal letter box at the entrance to your block where your name is engraved in large black letters. You know when he has been, he arrives once a day at the same time, he is Swiss.
It might be that a neighbour will be seen when you remove the post. Greet your neighbour, if she is dressed in her dressing gown, tights, casual clothes or the man of the apartment before he goes to work in his office somewhere in the city, dressed in a suit. Greeting is a Swiss habit, and not to be ignored.Remember, if you are younger you must greet. I am greeted first of all, I have grey hair and probably qualify as a senior citizen. You know “old” Mrs. Angloswiss, when the neighbours talk of me and they do. Neighbours are a large source of conversation. What else is there to discuss in the middle of the country. Perhaps Mrs. X has done something head turning to her front garden. The lawn it too long, shabby, too much moss and clover in all the corners. Mr. Y avoided this problem and no longer has a lawn but a Japanese type stone garden. He is yet to comb it with the rake to ensure that the stones are in a symmetrical pattern. Even Mrs. Angloswiss expelled the toad infested damp front garden and now has a lookalike Versaille garden, at least she thinks so.
The village is a unit, a compact community and all are respectable people. They pay their taxes, clean their windows, mow their lawns and observe perhaps through blind slits, or net curtains the movements of the day. If they do not pay their taxes, they keep it for themselves, or try to. It is a small village.
A millionaire moves into the village and builds a villa, just a villa amongst others and is the salvation of the low council tax rate, keeping it low: a boon to those that have no villa, enabling them to save tax money. The village youth meet at the local hall for a dance, a rock band is appearing, or at the worst, rappers. They are searched at the door, the innocent village youth, but they are innocent. Their cigarette ends and beer cans have been deposited before the door. Does it smell of weed?
And so the sun descends on the village, I spray my plants in the garden to cool them down from the hot sun rays of the day and of course, I say goodnight to the mice and hedgehogs.
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Your village may be small but sounds attractive by your description.
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It is – really out in the country
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That was a nice walk 🙂
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And a river runs through it, just at the bottom of the path
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Ja, that’s the Swiss way! Charming post.
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You said it.
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Lovely 🙂 Like a little fairy tale.
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Oh yes, I forgot them, they live at the bottom of the garden if they get building permission.
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I wish we had hedgehogs here in New England. There’s something charming and quaint about them.
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They only really come out at night. If you seen one during the day, they are usually sick.
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I’ve recently been in a business trip to Switzerland, to a village that’s not very far from where you live (it might actually be the same company you used to work for). Once there, my colleague looked around and said: “I could never live here. There’s absolutely nothing!”. I replied that I’ d be delighted to live in such a lovely “nothing”.
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I think that is what appeals to me most of all – nothing, but being a golden oldie and retired I really treasure the peace and quiet. I spent 30 years working in Export and that is stress pure. I live at the foot of the Jura mountains, near the town of Solothurn. There are many companies in the area. At one time it was the centre of the watch making industry, but is now more precision engineering. My company was Fraisa, in the village of Bellach and we manufactured milling tools, if that says anything.We often had visitors from our agents in other countries.
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Oh OK, the one I was visiting is based in Moutiers…what impressed me the most was that from the factory windows, employees could see the Jura mountains! I guess it really helps distract one’s mind from the frenzy of working routine, at least for a brief moment.
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