‘Do you know I won’t be here next year’ Sylvia asked, eager to make conversation as she sat down beside me on the bench outside her solitary isolated barn at Busenalp, high in the Alps of Switzerland’s magnificent Bernese Oberland. Continue reading
‘Do you know I won’t be here next year’ Sylvia asked, eager to make conversation as she sat down beside me on the bench outside her solitary isolated barn at Busenalp, high in the Alps of Switzerland’s magnificent Bernese Oberland. Continue reading →