I recall a strange thing happening on that final mountainside as we walked to the edge of the hill with a wide Swiss alpine vista ahead of us.
I say strange but it didn’t seem so at the time, and it only feels “strange” in retrospect; at the time I thought nothing of it.
We had all journeyed through the mountains over the preceding two days exploring the countryside, the nature, the weather and the sights, and as well discovering the physical terrain, we had been gently ushered on a different more personal exploration.
Unlike the first journey which had a starting point (a magnificent emerald mountain lake) and an end point (the warm embrace of a verdant alpine valley) the second of these “journeys” were personal to each individual. …
So one thing was the mountains. The way peace seems to settle on you there.
Another thing was nostalgia for student days. We’d spend a lot of time crying with laughter. Laughing so hard it hurt.
What happened to that?
And then the constant busyness. The feeling that every minute was counted for. And always for other people.
Then I bumped into Jack Hubbard in one of those weird moments of synchronicity and coincidence. I always think you need to go with those.
Jack is one of those people whose sense of possibility inspires confidence and optimism. When he told me he and his family had moved to a valley in the mountains and it turned out to be the one self-same valley where I’d spent every spare moment of my…