August 1

So it's August 1 again. Off early in the morning (oh dear, should really go to bed...but guess what? Not.) to the Swiss mountains for a big farmer breakfast. It's like this farmer's wifes kinda association who organizes a big do every year. All home-made, bread, cheese (you can see the friggin cows and they also have the cheese-factory next door), ham (you can guess where it comes from). They even have coffee, and I suppose that's the only thing they don't make themselves.

It's really great. You sit outside, watch the sun come up, eat eat eat, have a good talk, enjoy in general.

To give you a whiff I'll post a piccie from last year to give you an idea...