Of course next morning Sally and Mark missed breakfast – Mark not finally surfacing until gone midday when the room maids insisted they needed to sort out the bedding and clean the room.
So I went off to enjoy the spa and when Sally came down she joined me, then we two went off to explore a little and visited the pretty little church which we could see from our balconies.
Charming Little Church with Detached Bell Tower
Stange Rock Formation on one of the Mountain Tops
Several Photos of the Church Interior, simple but charming
View from Church back towards the town and our Hotel
Then we wandered round a bit more of the town ending up at the bottom of the lift taking skiers and walkers up to the mountain top.
Ski Lift Station taking Skiers and Walkers up to the top of the Mountainside
So when we got back to the hotel and finally got Mark back into the world of the living Sally persuaded him to come with us on the lift up to the mountain – and it really took quite a bit of persuading, and some more lager for courage, but eventually we embarked.
The views out were stunning, and at one point far beneath us we saw a wild mountain goat browsing, though once again my camera was being awkward.
As neither of the others had eaten we stopped in one of the mountain restaurants for food. My take on this was that it was wholesome food to warm and fill hungry skiers, but of course at Swiss prices, which are not the best value in the world, especially given the current exchange rates.
Mountain Top Restaurant
We were now a little distance from the mountain lift station, and as I was still a bit tired and weak from the exertions the day before I decided to walk on ahead slowly so I did not need to rush – we had been told at the bottom that the last trip back down the mountain was at 4.30pm
Children learning to Ski
Taking my time, and being careful of the slippery ice and snow, I made my way back; thankful for the wonderful pair of walking boots and ski jacket which had been my christmas present from Sally – and also grateful for the child’s ski stick I had borrowed from the hotel stick stand which served to keep me upright on the worst bits. I enjoyed the beautiful views and the warmth of the sun reflected from the sparkling snow and having arrived at the depot sat down to await the arrival of the others.
Time ticked by – I tried not to worry but finally I had to phone to remind them of the deadline and check they were on their way. It transpired they had asked a waitress at the restaurant the time of the last lift down and been told 5pm, so they finally rushed up, wildly out of breath and with not much time to spare before the final car left for the night.
Back at the hotel we all three took advantage of the wonderful spa – Mark now quite confident even at the deep end (mind you his head was still clear of the water when he stood up) – and we were lucky enough to once again have it entirely to ourselves.