DAY 7: Fade to Black

The morning meets us with aquamarine skies pierced by gloriously high peaks. We are dancing and singing and living the Swiss dream. What could be more delightful than an innocent excursion up the funicular to ReichenbachFalls?

In truth, anything would be better than this…

Suddenly Dr Watson is called away to attend to a disturbed Englishwoman in the hotel. (It doesn’t occur to him that they are all up here, each more disturbed than the next!) Horror of horrors, Moriarty appears from the rock like a lizard. Moriarty and Sherlock tussle together as naturally as ham and cheese.

Over the cliff they tumble, into the boiling waters of death’s demonic drink -- clean enough to drink – we are still in Switzerland!

Sherlock Holmes is dead. Mourning ribbons and veils all round. A dirge is played and the mood sad and sombre.

But wait! The literary phoenix rises again. Sherlock emerges from behind the world’s largest round of Emmental cheese and the day is saved. Good triumphs over evil and the Bernese Oberland and beyond is a better, if simpler, place.

The band strikes up (these boys are certainly clocking the hours) and a merry parade of a hundred revellers marches through Meiringen to the thrill of the townspeople and tourists.

The mood is light and now there is time to try Meiringen's next most famous item....
Until tomorrow, Lady H x