Well on time, an hour before my alarm set off, I remember my stays in Switerland waking up by happy mooo-ing just outside the window.

The neighbouring farmer has a lot of land and his cows were all, obviously, early-birds. A fine wake-up-sound, charming somehow. The smell however; not so charming…

I was looking forward to the closeness to life on the green hillsides, the view of a large, green-blue lake surrounded by mountains and snow-covered peaks in the horizon, and the mooo in the morning.

However, yesterday it became official that the neighbouring farmer has accepted a bid for his land to construct a gigantic golfcourse.

The hills are still alive, but no more waking up to the sound of mooosic.

Vagablond – out&about