For two nights running, we have slept badly. It’s been the full moon, just past now, and it is the same every time. No howling at the moon of course, we are not acting out the Wengen equivalent of An American Werewolf in London, just a bit of difficulty in nodding off to sleep. So it was a slow start to the day.
When I reached the cable car finally, it seemed the gremlins had struck. People were leaving the cable car back on to the platform as others (including your correspondent) were going through the turnstile on to the platform. We milled around for a while – sheep would have been impressed – and after a couple of false starts and an empty run for the cars, we were back in business.
After that, it was plain sailing on another blue sky day. It has been Friday of course, all day, but the weekenders were not here early. I wonder if tomorrow might be quiet as well? Probably not, but a sunny Saturday without crowds would be welcome.
A sheep like start, but with wolves banished as a bad dream, brought 10,781 vertical metres in 23 lift rides and 58 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 