The leaves have turned a beautiful shade of
fiery orange and the temperature has dropped noticeably. The particularly autumnal waft of roasting
chestnuts tickles your nostrils as you emerge from the
bahnhof after work in the evening. Summer time is officially over tomorrow.
Autumn is a strange time in Switzerland. The fact that you can distinguish between the seasons is still rather novel for me; the concept of seasons does not exist in the UK to anything like the same extent as here. However, although the Swiss autumn is
truly stunning, there is the feeling that the whole country is in limbo waiting for winter. Talk in the office has turned away from lunchtime lake swims, restaurant terraces and 'Grill parties' to when the ski resorts will open and the winter kit wish lists.
So it is almost as if no-one really wants autumn; cut the crap and cover the country in snow! I don't think many would mind if the Swiss autumn was exported to the UK so at least those there could enjoy it, and us over here could get a bit more skiing in...or is it just me?