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my journey to health and well being via exotic destinations


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New year, new ski season

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I never tire of this view of the majestic Dents du Midi – now covered in masses of snow

 

We have always spent Christmas and New year in Champery since my mother died in 2009. There seemed no need to remain in England after that; and even less so after Louise died in 2011. The three of us come here and try and avoid the madness that overtakes even rational people at Christmas time. The only presents I give are to Ross and Tommy; friends may receive small tokens from our travels, Christmas biscuits from the Basel market or home-made chutneys, if I’ve made any! Continue reading


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Art in Basel – November exhibitions

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The cattle dealer (1912) reflects Chagall’s  homesickness as well as his adoption of expressionism – everything is floating 

There are two unmissable exhibitions on show in Basel right now – Chagall at the Kunstmuseum and Klee at the Beyeler. Last wet weekend, we took in both. Continue reading


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Swiss beauty pageant

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Lining up to be judged!

If you were expecting photos of Heidis in dirndls you will be disappointed. In our village of Champery, today marks the 75th anniversary of the annual parade of the most prized local beauties – the cows that frolic in the high Alp all summer.  This event takes place just before the lovelies are put out to grass. Continue reading


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I’m still here…

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The view from our apartment of those fabulous Dents du Midi

I received a text this morning from a friend enquiring if I was still  alive. ‘How are you and where are you? No blogging’. So I realised I had been remiss. I think it must have been dry January rendering me speechless! Thank God that’s over… Continue reading


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A rather stressful summer in London

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Tommy pouring champagne to celebrate the new kitchen

Sitting at Heathrow airport after a couple of months back in London. What should have been a joyous time of moving back into our old house, happily renovated and divided into two flats, has been a nightmare of gruelling proportion, admittedly interspersed with some high spots. Best of all was spending so much time with beloved Tommy. Continue reading