80% of the time
Weather forecasts, we're told, are right 80% of the time. It must be the 80% of the time that I'm not looking.
The weather forecast for today was the best it's been all week: light cloud, some sunshine, no rain. I awoke this morning to discover that the Eiger (quite literally) couldn't be seen, the cloud was so low. It was pouring with rain. And the sun didn't seem to exist.
It's odd about the sun, by the way. We're already quite high here; you'd think that, this much nearer to the sun, it would be hotter - but it doesn't seem to be.
Anyway, given a couple of hours the clouds had begun to lift and by lunch-time (ish) were only just kissing the top of the Eiger. But it was too late, and too cold, to do much; and since the two things we're keen to do (Jungfrau and the Sheidegge Platte) are either quite high (Jungfrau) or not open until Saturday (SP) we opted for another casual day.
So, first - up Pfinstegg again for another look at the view, another travel in a cable car (Elaine's obsessed) and another coffee (two, it turned out) in the mountain restaurant. Today we went inside - too cold and wet to sit on the viewing platform. Inside was delightfully warm, thanks to a large roaring fire in the centre of the room.
There was only one other couple there, and they'd travelled up in the same cable car. English, loud, and friends of the proprietors. So the lady of the house - slim, forties, very good English and very loud - came to sit with them and regale them (and us, and the whole of the region) with tales of her operation. We could see the scar on her neck from where we were; we could also see the x-ray that she'd brought into the restaurant with her. It seems that six months ago she'd been skiing - and oh! my dears! SUCH a fall. But she didn't see the doctor - one doesn't like to trouble them, you know - but after some months the pain got unbearable. Her own doctor was at a loss - aren't they always? I really do wonder what we pay them for? - but a (how do you say it in English) - chiropractor? yes, chiropractor took one look at her and said 'there's something very seriously wrong'. And oh, my dear - she almost died. It was a mystery to her surgeon; the paramedics were used to rescuing people from helicopters but had never known anyone in such pain - still on morphine, you know! - but came home immediately after the operation. Nearly died, but - well, her friends need her and would miss her, so back she came. Naturally, we're glad for her - though the coffee would have been quieter...
Then, back down the cable car. And to 'our own' coffeeshop where I indulged in apple struddle mit kahm ('with cream', you understand?). The sun had begun to shine a little by this time, and glistened from the summits around us. So, a good day, a reminder never to go skiing, and a reminder to eat plenty. And so to bed, Mr Pepys.