Basically it was a mysty morning, plenty of humidity in the air, although it did not rain. When I took a first look at the sky it was grey, but the planes had left their traces and somewhere the sun must have been shining to get a pink glow.
The big news of the day is that it is Mr. Swiss birthday, although we golden oldies do not make such a fuss these days. He is now 79 years old, still listens to jazz, drives the car and accompanies me on my shopping trips, although I seat him in restaurant for a coffee and do the rest myself. Sometimes he puts in a guest appearance, but he is no longer as good on his legs as he was. We all have our problems growing older, and his is a back problem. We now have a collection of walking sticks at home, his and mine.
I took a walk yesterday afternoon, still making the most of the very late Autumn weather with the sunny days. Even the local cemetery has a touch of Autumn now. I just love the colours. I find Autumn one of the best seasons for variety, as if compensating for the barren and perhaps white days of Winter. Although I am still wearing my short sleeved t-shirt when going for a wheelie in my chair, I made a decision that for further trips at the moment I will wear a jacket. Especially wheeling over the river on the bridges it can get quite chilly if there is a wind blowing.
I wheeled on into town and what did I see. This group of ladies from other villages and perhaps country women, or just dressed in our traditional clothes, were on a visit to town. As I speeded on I saw another group. Perhaps there was an event in town, or they might even be yodlers. They were leaving the tea room after a coffee break and I was wheeling past. I could not resist a photo. I suppose you could call it our Swiss traditional dress and the various styles are typical of certain areas.
As I wheeled on further another group left another restaurant opposite our cathedral. There always seems to be something different happening on Saturday afternoons in the town. I wish I could go on Saturday mornings when we have the weekly fruit and veg market, but those days are now gone. Mr. Swiss and I used to go now and again and mix in the crowds.
I entered the town by the “back door” making a round trip and passed our Swiss reform church. Less decoration than the catholic cathedral, but it also has its charm. My sons were christened there. No. 1 son on Christmas Day in a small chapel as that is actually an exception, but my parents were here from England. No. 2 son was christened in the church. It is quite plain inside: no big decorations.
I wheeled on home along the river bank as noticed that there were still a few boats on the water. A bit cold for a river boat ride at the moment.
Being Sunday morning I hugged the bed a little longer, although what difference does a Sunday make. However, I should now get into action with a little bit of tidying up and of course preparing a dinner. No special birthday luxury, it will be sliced veal in a mushroom and cream sauce accompanied by a Swiss Röschti (sliced fried potatoes), typically Swiss and one of our favourites.
Have a good Sunday everyone. Even our Swiss Jura mountains are embracing the mist at the moment, but the Autumn trees can be seen in the foreground.