It had been raining for a day when we arrived at Grindelwald and the light was a yellow green over the grass and the opposite mountains were a shadowy presence. The path down to the station was shining and deserted..
During the evening, the rain stopped, twilight deepened and a soft cloud formed and floated in the valley.
The cable car wires stood out against the whiteness and the glacier had emerged.
Magical place – in both words and pictures. Thanks, Liz.