Through the fog, into the sun.

Another back garden hike up Mount Rigi.
When I had gotten through the thickest bits of fog and finally arrived "upstairs" at my favourite viewpoint, the fog had subsided in the end. My chosen spot to sit and stare was blocked from wind so I happily sweated away in my T-shirt.

It seems my destiny for today was to be the chatting partner for retirees, and so I had three different but all very nice chats about: 1. living in Switzerland, politics, economics and travelling; 2. languages and the importance of the self-image they create, and 3. last but not least, feeding swans.