The cows have returned. They have been relased from their Winter of Discontent and can now munch real grass and not the dry stuff. I could even smell them, at least their recycling produce, although did not see it. The farmer had probably had a cleaning session before I arrived. The smell belongs to the cows and I love it. I get the real country feeling in my nose again. As I crossed the main road through the village and entered the path to the local castle I could see the cows already enjoying their bovine life on the first field on the right.

When this cow saw me with the camera he began to show off, as if to say “look we are getting milk again”. It was one big excitement amongst the cow tribe. Now I know the warmer seasons are here.

Mr. Swiss had gone to town to deal with a new railway card. Two weeks ago his purse was stolen at the local station. It is the place where the purse thieves collect and they are very refined. I had mine stolen a couple of years ago when I was on the way to Zürich airport to visit my dad in London and had to postpone the whole trip. It is not really the money that bothers you, although that is not exactly ideal. It is blocking all your credit cards (at a cost), organising new cards etc. etc. The police say wait a while, they might turn up again, but you can only wait for a certain time. However, we learn things eventually and my purse contains a minimum of cards.  Now Mr. Swiss has everything again, at a cost, and we have re-examined what we actually take with us when going anywhere.

I decided to take a walk up to the castle as they have a nice bench at the top and Mr. Swiss said when he returns home, he may join me. As I almost reached the castle, I was taking a photo and I heard ducks quacking. The castle path was not duck country, but I realised it was my mobile phone. I altered the calling tune to ducks some time ago. I was in a difficult position to take a telephone call with camera in one hand, a walking stick in the other and my telephone in a silk purse hanging around my body, so decided to seat myself on a bench and examine the situation in peace and quiet. Mr. Swiss had called to say he was on his way and I called him back to tell him where I was. I then sat in the sun and enjoyed the view of the alps in the distance across the fields.

It was then that I saw the man of my life approaching, making his way on the path to the top of the hill. Naturally I took the opportunity to take a few photos.

And so a golden oldie couple sat romatically together and enjoyed the comforts of a nice warm spring day. We had left the noise of our home behind us as the workmen, that are gradually moving in to renovate the facade of our block, had begun to use pneumatic drills to bore holes for the scaffolding. Thank goodness it is now the week-end and peace reigns everywhere, but they will return on Monday.

On Saturday I usually do not go for a walk, but take it easy at home. Mr. Swiss does some last bits and pieces of shopping in the morning and I deal with the ironing and cooking and general housewife chores, with a little bit of blogging in between.

Enjoy the week-end everyone, I know I will.

A view of the Jura mountains and landscape from the path to the local Castle Waldegg.