With my recent moaning about the militant Swiss attitude to coat wearing and the un-get-on-able trams, I’m sure you’re all wondering what kind of country is this. Clad in more fur layers than the abominable snowman and risking life and limb to climb aboard public transport, yes, Switzerland and its inhabitants do have their odd quirks.

However, I’ve had the opportunity (and luck) to live in and travel to many beautiful countries and places. La Reunion, Mauritius, Banff, Rome, Capri, Snowdonia, the Peak District, to name a favourite few. And Switzerland is right up there shaking hands and drinking prosecco with the best. It is simply breathtaking. I sometimes look at the mountains in the distance and they’re so awe-inspiring that the view doesn’t seem real. Almost like somebody has super-imposed them in the background.

My afternoon walk with CK (providing we can get on the tram to take us) is a stroll by Lake Zürich. When the sun’s shining, I couldn’t think of a nicer place to be – apart from the one time we mistakenly wandered into the path of the Zürich marathon … not our finest expat moment. Don’t take my word for it … here are the photographs I took on Saturday when we were out and about.