Swiss times, good times

Nearly five weeks, that's how long I've just spent in Switzerland. Real good fun. Just look at this.

Run down the hill on a big wheeled scooter

Do what Indy does

Pose for the family's fine humour

Stare down nature's fiercest

Experience sheer, undiluted jaw-dropping awesomeness (this one still makes me shiver)

Play in the snow

  Play tit for tat

Witness and partake in daring feats of motoring

For a while the weather was Europe's version of an Indian Summer. Stunning.

Style is important when in old Europe. Including one's choice of headgear...

... and eye wear.

 Thanks everyone for a very cosy time. See you in a few weeks.

Sneaky me

While grocery-shopping today, mum got a real fright. She had lost me.

She eventually found me at the news agent, happily browsing car magazines. 

Mum's relieved. Dad's bursting with pride. All is well.

Harsh winter down here

Chaps

It struck me that many up north think that they are the only ones roughing it in the wintertime. They should stand corrected.

Winters are pretty harsh down here. For starters, I have to wear long sleeved tops, and sometimes even a gilet. Seriously. Ella and I also have to play alone on Clovelly beach.

 Although Ella doesn't really mind. She's easily amused.

Or is she?

The sun also sets fairly early. Before bed time, in fact.

My bed time, at least.

But then, when all are nearly asleep, it's bikies time again.

It's that harsh. 

See ya

Swift

Godspeed Swift, I will miss you dearly.
Finny

The beach

The girls were not in the mood of going out today, so I took Dad to Boat Harbour for lunch.

It's a nice piece of land, down there. Long beach with plenty of things to do for a young man like myself.

Like unearthing giant trees

And returning them to the sea. Or at least towards it.

And just posing 

As long as a cold drink, food and adequate shelter are nearby, obviously.