Once again I do not know what they are, but they have quite big leaves.
Once again I do not know what they are, but they have quite big leaves.
Which tunnel is the right one – taken when leaving Zürich station on the way to Schaffhausen.
It is not very often I have a chance to take the photo of a viaduct. We have quite a few in Switzerland, but mainly in the mountain regions. This one was in Schaffhausen.
This was a walkway below Schloss Laufen and above the Rheinfall in Schaffhausen.
“Boss we have a problem.”
“I don’t have any problems Fred, why are you calling me”
“I don’t mean we, you and me, I mean our postal service.”
“OK, tell me about it.”
“I was on my way as usual in the morning with the post delivering the letters from the trolley. I always park the trolley on the roadside when I have my morning break.”
“You park the post on the roadside? You can take your break when you have finished distributing the letters.”
“But I found such a good place, just opposite a small restaurant. I can keep my eye on the post and have a coffee at the same time. This morning I was talking to Rosie, the waitress in the restaurant and really I only took my eyes off the post for a few seconds. When I finished my coffee I saw that the trolley had disappeared. It was no longer there, with all the letters.”
“You did what Fred? You have mislaid a complete daily post just for a few words with a waitress in a restaurant. You are employed to deliver the post, to guard it with your life, so what are you going to do now?”
“That’s why I am calling you boss, I thought you might have a idea.”
*I have a very good idea, find it.”
“But I don’t know where to look. I have been parking the post for the last ten years in the same place, and no-one has ever stolen it, although the emergency is over.”
“You found the post.”
“It seems that Joe found it and thought it was his trolley.”
“Joe also parks his post in the morning when taking his coffee break.”
“Yes, always next to mine and Jack’s.”
“So where is Joe’s trolley?”
“No problem, he had to go home quickly, because he forgot his sandwiches and then he left his trolley at home. Then he saw my trolley and thought it was his, but now everything is sorted. I have my trolley again with the post and it is now parked where it is always parked in the morning and Joe’s wife called him to say he had forgotten the post at his home.”
“Oh good, the town’s post will be delivered. What about Jack’s post?”
“No problem, Jack’s post trolley is also there, next to Jim’s. I just have to finish my coffee and Joe will finished his sandwiches and we will be off. Sorry to distrub you boss.”
“No problem Fred, I am glad that our postal system is in such responsable and capable hands. It seems that the whole team are parking their trolleys every morning in the same place. Would you perhaps like me to fix a remote on your trolley to make it easier for you to find amongst the others in the future?”
“Yes boss, that would be great, save a lot of problems.”
“And give Rosie my best wishes.”
Back to the daily trot, although I am still in my thoughts in Schaffhausen. One of those unforgettable week-ends away from it all. Home is also quite nice, were it not for our eternal renovational work, but we gradually see an end to the tunnel of darkness and despair. Yesterday our italian brigade arrived and covered the stones on our patio with white plastic. What will they be doing, an attack with a spray gun of styropor?
We asked, and it seems the facad will now be covered with a layer of cement and a net, which could make a mess. Mr. Swiss and I were a little surprised. In the past months when the work began we have been bombarded with gravel, stones, white particles and metal objects and now, in the last months, we get a cover on the tiles for protection: a bit late to think about these things. Our italian friends said goodbye with the promise they will be back. In the meanwhile another builder has arrived and is mounting a metal plate on the bottom edge of our walls.
At the moment the rain is still falling, but I even managed to clean over my windows yesterday in between when it stopped raining. I was actually going to leave them, but I only did the outside of the glass where they had splodges of white styropor. It was only a half hour job and I was happy for a clear view afterwards.
I managed to get a clear shot of our local mountain from the car, despite the rain clouds. You can see quite clearly the supports for the gondola railway on the photo. It used to be a chair lift, but it was so old that they could not get any more spare parts for repairs, so a new system had to be installed. There were many that found we should keep the old system but they were overruled and now we have the new modern way of mountain travel. We are still thinking about an excursion to the top. It would be a great opportunity for some photos, but we just cannot be bothered, and it would really only be a ten minute drive. In the meanwhile I just take a few photos from below.
Yesterday evening I composed our cloud list on the mobile phone. This morning Mr. Swiss added a few items and we are ready to go on the week-end safari to the supermarket. Somehow it seems to me that the weeks are slowly becoming a collection of week-ends, time goes so fast, especially when you become a golden oldie.
And now I will leave you as the vacuum cleaner and mop are calling. My last photo was taken from the train just before it reached Shaffhausen. I do not know the name of the river, but it is not the Rhine. – Correction, in the meanwhile Mr. Swiss tells me that this river is the Töss.
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