Yesterday afternoon was a nice sunny one again, as the last two months. A wonderful blue sky with only streams from the passing jets from various places all over the world. The highest point, Hasenmatt (Rabbit Meadow) is in the middle of the photo with our Autumn trees in front. I always get this view when I wheel into town, photo take just outside of our village.
As I wheel along in my chair I always cast a glance behind the station on the raiway. There is gap in the fence and the horses are usually grazing. It seems that one of the horses has a foal, the little one at the front.
Eventually I arrived in town and noticed we have a new group of street musicians.
The note they had pinned to their little case was sending greetings from St. Peterburg. I often wonder how these musicians live when they arrive in a foreign country. Perhaps they just play their way through Europe. It was a brass group and the music was good quality. I could have stayed a while but I had a quest, although they were very friendly and I got a nice smile from the guy on the french horn, so I wished him a good day (in russian of course – one of my foreign languages, but not so good).
I was on my way to the southern part of town, known as the Vorstadt, as they were having their “Obsttage” (fruit days) on the so called Rossmarktplatz (Horse market square). This was a first time, so I thought it might be a good opportunity to get a few photos.
It was a little disappointing. This square is very small and is just a wider space along the sidewalk. I was surprised that they held something like this where they did. I did not have a big problem with the wheelchair, but there was not a lot of room to move in. The main stall, and almost only one, was similar to a normal market stand with a bit of this and that, so where was the fruit. There were also a few tables and chairs to have a drink and something to eat, mainly Swiss apple tarts.
The fruit was basically apples which you could buy, although I think this year everyone with an apple tree in the garden has enough apples for the complete winter, I know I do. As you can see the whole thing was on the edge of the main road, although not a road with a lot of traffic, but one with the bus route.
There was also a table with dishes with apples to try for a free sample. Next to each dish was a label saying which farm it came from. I had a quick look, but hardly had room to turn the wheelchair. It was all OK for a change, but they could have done a lot more. Fruit is not only apples, although there were some vegetables on display.
All local farm produce of course, and very impressive.
I decided to move on home. I had to cross the River Aare and saw the local swan family having a swim.
This was only part of the family. The cygnets are no longer so small. We have a family like this every year and it is amazing how the parents keep the kids at home until they get their white feathers. Next year they will probably have families of their own.
I crossed our Wengi Bridge with a view of the Landhaus and the St. Urs cathedral in the background. There was also a boat on the river. As it passed under the bridge I heard the voice of a lady through the microphone telling the passengers where they where with a little history of the town. This is something new. We have the official boats that travel from Solothurn along the river for a couple of hours to the town of Biel in the West, but local boats were never seen. Seems to be a new tourist thing.
And now to move on as today is big shopping day. Since I have taken the shopping quest in my own hands, I can organise much better and Mr. Swiss is not sad about it. He has other qualities. Although yesterday it was a massive list, but without a list I would forget most of it. I am still at a loss for Saturday evening, but I can always make a pizza if other ideas fail me.
Enjoy the day, tomorrow is the week-end although being a golden oldie week-ends are just extended week days. I leave you with a souvenir from the town seen outside the flower store – a bowl of chrysanthemum. They always seem to have special flowers in town in wonderful intensive colours, but the price is also quite intensive.