A Photo A Week Challenge: Water

Fountain 24.08 (1)

Water has become very precious, especially this summer when we had continuous high temperatures and no rain, but somewhere water was flowing. It has also become a very expensive commodity in Switzerland and we have learned to save our water. Many streams ran dry and the local river sank lower. I cannot show you oceans as we have none in Switzerland. Our water is in the rivers and the lakes and in this case, our local cemetery: nothing spectacular, but it makes a pleasant background noise as it trickles through the fountain.

A Photo A Week Challenge: Water

FOWC with Fandango: Tease

language books

At the beginning I was a Londoner, a genuine cockney from the East End of London where we all spoke cockney. Not exactly the queen’s english, but if you were a cockney in the wrong place, your language was found to be strange and not so correct. Perhaps it was a good preparation for my later life.

I arrived in Switzerland 52 years ago and I had a knowledge of  basic German. At least I thought I did, but no-one told me that in the German speaking part of Switzerland people spoke Swiss German, a dialect which even the Germans do not always understand. My first experience was registering in the government offices in Zürich. Luckily the Swiss german speaking wife of my boss went with me, because I did not understand a word. I even tried with my german to show I can speak the language as well, but to no avail.

Somehow I managed to survive my first two years in Zürich and then I changed my job and went to Solothurn, where they also speak Swiss German, but this time something similar to Bernese German, which was again different to Zürich German. Yes, the Swiss are very clever, they have a dialect for every area, sometimes every town, and now and again every village. I was not being teased, I was being lingually tortured. Eventually I got a Swiss husband, who also speaks perfect english. As the months passed I was getting Swiss German answers to my english conversation. I was mixing with the Swiss daily and had a Swiss mother-in-law who spoke basically only Swiss German, with a touch of some French like most Swiss and absolutely no english.

Oh and I got two Swiss German speaking step children when I married my Mr. Swiss. As the years passed, I also had two children, and they grew up speaking Swiss German as their first language. Do not ask me, I do not know how it happened. These things sort of infect you and today I speak basically Swiss German every day, unless there is someone who needs english.

And yes, my Swiss German, or even German, is not perfect. I get mixed up with the pronunciation of the two little dots on top of the u like ü which makes the pronunciation of certain german words sound a little amusing. At least I always got peals of laughter when I said these words, and still do.

My sons can speak english, but why should they. Their mum has an amusing accent when when she speaks Swiss German.

FOWC with Fandango: Tease

Friday RDP: Grubby

Abandoned Factory Solothurn 26.07 (6)

I suppose it does look grubby.  The remaining blinds on the windows are hanging on for dear life and there are missing panes of glass. I remember it about 40 years ago. The owner was then a younger man and had married a lady that inherited the factory from her family. It manufactured small engineering parts, but eventually it got into financial difficulties. It closed down and was abandoned. I have now watched as the building has gradually fallen apart and slowly becoming a victim of disintegration over the past years.

At one time it was used as a theatre.

Abandoned Factory Solothurn 26.07 (3)

The door was then glass with posters advertising the newest productions. That is now also a thing of the past. The left glass door has been replaced with boarding and the right door still shows cracks and breakage in the glass.

It even had a side path where the workers in the factory days, probably took their break in the good weather and a chance for a smoke outside.

Abandoned Factory Solothurn 26.07 (2)

This has now become wasteland for the weed survival although at the front a flowering buddleia has arrived, which even attracts butterflies. I am not sure if the butterflies would even survive in this wasteland.

I remember the area where I grew up in the docklands area of London. It was surrounded by such areas, being the remains of the bombed ruins of buildings from world was II, which were my childhood playgrounds. This factory is the result of pure neglect. The area now belongs to the bank and can be bought, although it is probably only the land that has a value. The old factory would be demolished and something new built, although it has been waiting for a buyer for many years. It is in an industrial area.

Abandoned Factory Solothurn 26.07 (4)

I had a look through the boarded up window. Some of the windows still have glass and the general impression of the inside is desertion, grubby being another word for it.

Friday RDP: Grubby

Good Morning

Evening Sky

This was the sky some time yesterday afternoon, and the last time I saw blue skies. I was wondering whether to go for a wheelie in my chair yesterday afternoon but  I hugged my bed longer after lunch and it began to rain in any case, so I stayed at home. At the moment it is grey skies and next week sun and high temperatures are again predicted. In my 72 years almost I have never experienced such a climate change. We might be celebrating Christmas with local strawberries.


I also noticed that my home is becoming a refuge for lost spiders who are no longer so comfortable in the garden, and are looking for a nice place for Winter holidays. This one was seated in the middle of the corridor, although I had a feeling it was in a trance condition. I left it to Mr. Swiss to dispose of. It was too big for my efforts and we do not kill spiders.


As I was drawing my curtain strips yesterday evening this was sitting on one of them, although seems to have lost a leg(s) on the way. Mr. Swiss said leave it, it will go away. He was right this morning it was no longer there, but I wish I knew where it had gone. Living in one of nature’s paradises on earth also has its disadvantages.

My iPhone just told me to do a backup which only took a couple of minutes. I am having problems with it at the moment. It keeps falling to the stone floor. It has panzer glass extras on the back and front, so the phone is protected, but not the panzer glass extras. I had the top one replaced two months ago and now have to have it replaced again for the cost of 40 Swiss Francs. I should get a cover for the phone I suppose.

Clouds 06.09 (1)

I am also out of original photos at the moment, as most of my shots are reserved for various challenges which will be appearing here and there.


I at last repotted my kalanchoe yesterday. Actually it did not need more room in the pot, but the earth had dried into a very small hard piece and I was doubting if it would survive, although kalanchoe seem to survive on fresh air. However, it is now done and even got a dose of rainwater which should last for the next couple of weeks. It was a white one and I am hoping that one day it might flower again. It is spreading its branches everywhere.

Yesterday I also had a small accident and my box of snail pellet reserve emptied itself in the garden cupboard, so I will have to sweep that up. We had only a few snails this year because of the hot weather, but I am sure they are lurking in the underground waiting for their chance to pounce again.

Yesterday evening I again had to spend time on composing the week-end shopping list. It seems only yesterday that I did the last one, time flies as they say. Neither of us eat as much as we did, but we cannot just live on love and air. And now to go and do what I must do, and what I have been doing since so many years I have forgotten when I first did it. With the vacuum cleaner and mop in my hand I will go further afield. Enjoy the day, make the most of it and sleep well.

Tree 12.09.2018

I call this one “the naked tree”, so where did the bark go?