Another adventure in the newest sci-fi dystopia serialisation of a story which will not be seen in a cinema near you.
The whole point – or so we were told – of visiting Jungfraujoch was the view. 360 degrees of some of the most spectacular views in all of Europe; or nothing at all.
I’m not bad with languages. I can pick up enough to cover the basics, and get by. I don’t speak German, but I do have enough to buy a sausage or a pretzel. Actually, no: that’s a lie.
Cloud engulfed us as we reached the top of the mountain. Elsewhere, all along both lakes, had bright blue skies; here was white-out. And we wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As the train descends the mountain towards the lake the sun burns pure blood red, catching in the mist. Trees flow down the steep slope to the lakeside.
I do not know what everyone else does with their time if they’re not planning meals, shopping for food, cooking meals, or eating them. I wish I understood what banalities these people filled their lives with.
My ideal world of cheese is distinctly Northern European, with its nutty medium hard cheeses: I would sell my soul for a block of aged Gouda.