They come is all shapes and sizes and colours.
They come is all shapes and sizes and colours.
When you are surrounded by scaffolding, everything moves into the background, because the scaffolding is in the foreground – logical ain’t it.
Building supports of the scaffolding
In 2012 I took this photo of some saffon rice I had cooked for lunch, but did not know why. Perhaps it was just the colour, but now it has its chance to be shown on a challenge.
Calluna (a type of heather) seen at the local market
It was one of those nice days when the sun was shining and temperatures were warm enough to wear t-shirts and bermudas. I did not really want to take a walk. However, Mr. Swiss said he would come with me, and so what lady could refuse a walk with such a great guy, so I decided to go. At home we were qualmed by building noise from our renovation programme where we live and decided to get away from it.
We walked along the bank of the River Aar, which is only just down the path from where we live and decided to rest awhile on a bench. I had my camera with me, but there were no ducks or swans to be seen. Mr. Swiss asked where they had gone, so I told him the eggs were probably now laid and mum and dad were waiting for the big egg breaking sessions when the kids arrive.
I must add I was very uncomforable sitting on the bench on the river bank, very much qualmed with the hot sun beating down and so we decided to move on and conquer the slope and 69 steps to the bench at the top overlooking the river.
This was the view we had from the bench at the top. We see the Bernese alps now and again, but they are not always so perfect. Today was a perfect view, and so I shot a few photos. We were not yet qualmed, that part is coming.
I then looked to the side and saw that there were some cows lurking near us, about 4 or 5, another chance for a few photos. I noticed that the cows all had horns, which you do not often see as the farmers usually cut them off. Suddenly the cows came nearer. They were separated by a fence so no problem. However, there was a problem. I am a simple London girl that grew up with busses and trains, and the only time I saw a cow was when I visited my aunt, as they had a field backing onto her garden, so I am definitely not a bovine specialist. Mr. Swiss grew up surrounded by cows and all sorts of farm animals so he knows all the details. He also came from a butcher’s family, so knows all the details of farming.
It was then he suddenly stood up and said let’s go, there is a “Muni” amongst them. Now I do speak swiss german quite fluently and recognised this word as pertaining to a male of the species. It was a bull. In any case Mr. Swiss was qualmed and infected me with qualming feelings. He said they can get a little dangerous when they are with their wives. I said there was a fence in between, but he was already on his way. I was still taking photos of the complete group of cows.
It was the guy on the left that Mr. Swiss was worried about. He was the leader of the pack. I noticed he had a strange assembly on his forehead and Mr. Swiss said he probably had a ring through his nose now and again. I decided I could not let this chance escape for a few photos of a “Muni” as you really do not see them so often. I found it was a thoughtful farmer to give his ladies a real man and not just a visit from the vet. Mr. Swiss said there are a few farmers that still have a bull and they earn quite a bit of money with them renting them out to other farmers – looks like the sex business pays of on the farms. Of course I asked a silly question admiring Mr. Swiss for recognising immediately that this was a bull, although on second looks I noticed he was well equipped. I just had to wait for him to turn around.
I was still having a private chuckle when we reached home about this experience. Thank goodness Mr. Swiss recognised the “Muni” danger. It could have developed into a bull fight if we had not left. It was the first time I had seen a bull close up. The ladies followed him wherever he trod.
What a mixture: part of our estate, with the scaffolding from our block and a blue sky above with a trace of a plane winging its way from to or from Zürich airport. We are on the main flight route. Every time I did the London flight, I could always see our village and nearby town from the plane. Flying planes on the same routes are like travelling by train, you get used to the scenery. My flying days are now finished, I no longer have the urge or reason to go to far flung places, but the memories remain.
I am gradually getting the building blues in my part of the world. At the beginning it was one big adventure with builders moving in, consructing their towers of scaffolding and beginning with the demounting of the facade insulation. I was taking photos everywhere. Now it has become the daily routine, always the background noise of drilling. sometimes near and sometimes further and with the camera I have seen it all and done it all. We discovered yesterday that not even the workers know exactly what will be happening next. They are creeping near to our place on the West side of the block (the east side is now finished with the noisy and messy work) but cannot say when they will arrive. We enjoy their quarter of an hour morning break from 09.00 as we know peace will reign for a short while. We celebrate every one hour lunch break from 12.00 midday knowing that we can at least eat our lunch in peace. and we have quiet joyful celebrations when they go home in the afternoon around 4.30 p.m. We must be thankful for small mercies.
I notice that my cat also ventures out when they are gone, exploring his territory to see what has changed.
This morning I will be on a bathroom cleaning experience as I have nothing better to do. There is no shopping to be done, we will survive until tomorrow.
I noticed that Ian Brady, the last of the moors murderers has now died in prison at the age of 79. I remember the sensation in the mid sixties when Ian Brady and his crony Myra Hindley killed 4 children in a horrible way and buried them on the Yorshire moors. Brady also killed a teenager. They were found guilty and put in prison for life. Hindley died a few years ago and now Brady is also dead, good riddance to bad rubbish.
Excitement in Europe with a new French president. He is the youngest ever to be president at the age of 39, his wife being 64 years old – something completely different. Germany also had local elections at the week-end as it disturbed our TV timetable. Our Sunday soap came later (Lindenstrasse) and there were problems in recording it on the DVD (did not really bother me). Anyhow Merkel’s party won outright, the socialists lost a lot of seats, and there is no stopping her now to win the next general German election. At least the political scenery in Europe is more or less stable for the time being. Swiss politics continue as usual, no big dramas or changes and if there were no-one would notice.
And I am now moving on, I am even boring myself with today’s blog. I need excitement, something completely different. Perhaps someone might rob a Swiss bank, who knows. Mr. Swiss has changed his browser to Firefox and left Chrome, but that will not be in the headlines. I am still in Chrome. He also left Facebook a month ago, but no-one really noticed.
Enjoy the day, I will be back – a promise not a threat.
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