The photos at last....

An hour and a half. That is what it took to load these photos .....finally! I was about to abandon the idea, but then Blogger obliged at last. There are a lot of photos here, people, so if you have had enough of Swiss scenery, feel free to zoom to the end. My family are highly amused by my obsession with the camera. But I am trying always, to capture the moment, just in case I ever forget. But how could I?? Just look.....

If you click to enlarge the one above, you will see the new cablecar in the sky. And please note the little red trains! If ever you visit Engelberg, make sure you go there on the little red train, which changes to cogs halfway up the mountain, when it gets so steep. Magical. The BEST way to arrive! Just hop on in Luzern.

This was the longest walk I did..... to the Klostermatt, and the children (and adults) skiing in the village.

The new cablecar to Brunni leaves from the Klostermatt now. It opened while I was there...

The Kloster, a Benedictine monastery, complete with exclusive private school. The valley was discovered by monks way back and they built the monastery there, and so the village grew around it.

The view from the other end of the valley.

And this was what was behind me as I took the photo above.

That last walk I told you about? My favourite walk through the forest? Well, here we go again....

Remember how I mentioned "Look up"?? I did.

And here is the Grotto I walk to in the forest. This is where I come to light a candle. And usually there is no-one about. The peace is amazing. Indescribable.

And that concludes the Swiss tour. This time. I have been restrained, which is totally out of character. I could have posted 20 photos a day for the next 6 months. I just love this place, you see. No-one can be in any doubt of that fact.

In a sense, it was the perfect place for me to end this year. A year which has been challenging on more than one front, but that can wait. I hope you can feel a little of what I am talking about when I say I long to be there.

But, in the lounge next to me, sits my youngest son. He makes coming home worthwhile. Especially when I stagger through the door after a monstrous session of physio, and he leaps up and offers to make me coffee. Who cares about the piles of laundry???

Not me.