Mundane Monday #130: Two Cranes and the Alps

Road to Langendorf 04.10 (12)

It all began with demolishing apparment houses to make room for something  bigger and better. In the 1950’s Mr. Swiss, my husband, actually lived in the blocks of appartments that no longer exists, with his mother. A jump forward in time and now the appartments are no longer there.

The cranes have moved in. First of all just one crane, but it has now been joined by a second crane. We pass the cranes three times in the week on the way to the village where we shop in the supermarket.

I am constantly taking photos of the cranes, something completely different. However on this day, somthing special happened. The Swiss Alps, Bernese Overland, showed themselves. The light was right and so I got a two(three) for the price of one: the Alps and two cranes.

Mundane Monday #130: Two Cranes and the Alps

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Night

Cathedral, Rochester, Nightview

This is the sort of photo I got, when I put the word “night” into my collection. I came up with 40 suggestions. This photo was a surprise. I took it on a trip to London a few years ago when I visited the town of Rochester with my friend. It is situated on the river Medway about 30 miles from London. The photo shows the tower of Rochester cathedral.

The town was very much favoured by the british writer Charles Dickens, who lived near, and included the area, the county of Kent, in many of his books.

My visit was in the evening, so most of the photos I took were night photos, although to a certain extent the cathedral was illuminated.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Night

Share Your World – October 9, 2017

What do you consider is the most perfect food for you?

Chicken 21.01 (1)

I eat anything really, except for tripe perhaps. It feels like rubber and tastes like it. I am usually the cook, so can prepare it to my taste. I like cooking stuff like casseroles (see my chicken casserole above). I can prepare and let it cook for a few hours and forget it. I do not use a crock pot, but just a normal pan with a lid, that is enough. I avoid any milk products where I can because of a lactose allergy, although I can mix cream into the sauce as small quantities are not such a problem. Otherwise I enjoy food and am just happy when I can digest it with no problem, and with age problems tend to appear.

Are you focused on today or tomorrow?

I focus myself on “me” time, when I can do something that I want to do. After almost 50 years of married life and bringing up the kids, I was always at the end of the queue. Everyone else came first. Today it is just me and Mr. Swiss. He comes first in his world and I come first in mine. I do not focus on any particular day, I focus on the time I have to write, to read or take photos.

If you could interview one of your great-great-great grandparents, who would it be (if you know their name) and what would you ask?

That is obvious for me. It would be Jean Louis Camroux, my g-g-g-grandfather. He escaped from France with his family during the Huguenot persecution and arrived eventually in London by way of Germany. He met his Huguenot wife in London. I even have a copy of the original marriage certificate, in french of course. His descendent was eventually my great grandmother who died in 1911 at the age of 91. I would have loved to have asked him how his escape from France was. The protestant Huguenots were persecuted by the catholic French and there was a massacre in Paris. I imagine him to have been the great adventurer of the family, although it was his father that escaped to Germany with the kids, Perhaps I should interview the father.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

Autumn 09.10 (3)

Definitely Autumn with its changing coiours on the trees. It is an inspiration to take photos. You are surrounded by wonderful scenes of nature.

Share Your World – October 9, 2017

Daily Prompt: Seeing is believing

New Blinds

I am slowly losing my belief in anything, so many disappointments: things happening but are not happening. Last week we returned from a shopping trip and discovered 2 men fitting our long lost blinds to the window. They were not lost, just removed since April, as they would no longer fit our newly renovated window fronts which were much better, with thicker isolation. These new replacement blinds have now been hanging on our back windows waiting for something to happen.

In the meanwhile the blind men (the men that fix the blinds I mean of course) disappeared for a week, but today they returned. As you can see in the photo they are again busy fitting blinds. We now have blinds fixed and hovering at the top of all windows. They are immovable, just a decoration. I am defnitely getting a touch of claustraphobia by this new appearance. However, we can see them so they must be there.

Mr. Swiss bravely asked the men when the job will be completed. We were informed that the winding handles will be fitted on Friday. Did we believe them? We wanted to. On Friday we will be away for a couple of hours in the morning for the week-end shopping and they might then want to enter our home for the inside fixtures, too bad. I would add that the blinds do not belong to the renovation work but there will be a separate invoice, because they are our personal possessions.

Even Father Christmas was a better deal. He arrived every year and filled up my pillow case with all sorts of goodies. Funny how he knew what I wanted. One night, between 24th and 25th December I awoke to a strange sound at the bottom of my bed. He had arrived, but he looked just like my mum and dad. Seeing is believing and I think that was the Christmas when most of my firm beliefs had been undermined.

When I arrived in Switzerland I discovered that this deceit was carried even futher. First of all Santa arrives already on the 24th December in the afternoon. If you do it the right way, the parents shut the children out of the living room and drag the Christmas tree in from some hidden place and begin to decorate it: after all the kids are just an extra. The final touches are put to the tree with the gifts and eventually someone rings a bell, either mum or dad, but actually it is the “Christkindli” which translated would be Christ child. At the sound of the bell the kids enter and are are convinced that the tree arrived by magical transfer. Santa? Who is he, he had already put in his appearance on 6th December with a bag of nuts and Christmas sweets.

You cannot even believe in the Christmas man, not to mention the blind fitters. My dad was convinced only to believe what he saw. One of his stories from the second world war in Italy was when the ground caved in after a bombing attack and disclosed a whole cellar full of wine bottles. He believed, he saw and apparently a regiment of english soldiers could hardly believe their eyes, so they had to taste the wine to see if it was real. The local owner of the land was not so happy, because he also believed what he saw.

Morticia christmas

Daily Prompt: Seeing is Believing

Good Morning


I am hoping that at the end of October there will be photos of the morning sunrise without the interruption of scaffolding on the lefthand side.  Of couse, it adds a bit of something special to the photo when you have the combination of nature and the human element. It is the post modern style of Centre Pompidiou and I am sure it deserves a place in one of the best architectural designs. Mr. Swiss told me we are having wonderful evening skies at the moment, but no-one told me about them. I will have to keep an eye open for them.

Autumn Trees 08.10 (1)

I have not been out and about so much lately, the days are shorter and my evening walks are now too dark for a camera. However, why go far, when you have Autumn at the bottom of the garden – not quite. I took this photo at the edge of our estate where the trees are now changing their colours. I was quite pleased with the effects of the light greens and reds. In a few weeks most of the leaves will be gone when Winter begins to approach.

I just realised that nothing exciting is happening in my life, although Mr. Swiss finds that I am always unpredictable. Today’s high point will be an excursion to the supermarket. Jam is running out, we need fresh bread and Mr. Swiss informed that our washing powder supply  is also on the wain according to our cloud shopping list. I no longer go so much in the celler to the laundry room, Mr. Swiss has taken over, which I am not sorry about, so I am out of touch with supplies. My washing machine only does the evening shift, as electricity is then half price. It is no big bother. I can forget the laundry during the day and it dries overnight.

Physalis 08.10.2017

And so I will depart with another breath of Autumn. They were selling physalis at the local store, and I decided it would add a bit of Autumn colour to the garden. According to information from Internet, the physalis have runners that spread in the garden, which is one of the reasons I bought it. I also noticed that each one of these little lamps has a seed in the middle, so who knows. I might have a growing field of them for next year.

And now to move on to discover what little surprises my vacuum cleaner will find, but I will be back. Enjoy wherever you are.