After church today, Grandad took us for a drive in the mountains. Living in a valley just on the edge of the Alps, we have been admiring the snow-capped peaks all around us. We ascended as far as the maintained roads would take us and paused for some pictures. The hymn “How Great Thou Art” comes to mind: When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur…

You can see that it’s not always clear where snow peaks end and clouds begin. But back down on the ground we were pleased to encounter Mr. Donkey, a vineyard, a hang glider, a little village and rose hips. Thank you, Granny, for filling me in on rose hips. =)