Sunday, December 1, 2019

Our Poole Christmas Blog


Dear Friends

Instead of sending cards this year we have chosen a few pictures to show you what we and our family have been up to during 2019.

Most importantly, we pay tribute to Norman Pipler, Lindsay’s Dad, who died on October 6th at the age of 95.  Here are two of our favourite pictures of Norman; one more recent, enjoying himself with his daughters at Natalie's wedding, and another one, which we would love to have seen, standing nonchalantly by his Spitfire during WW2.





Our grandchildren continue to give us so much pleasure.  Teddy at 18 months is an absolute delight and brings Nick and Catherine so much joy.  We love having Coco and Louis to stay when they can escape from SW12 to the seaside for a few days.  Coco such an angel and Louis a little more challenging. 

Teddy

Nick, Catherine & Teddy

Louis at 2

Coco - first day at big school

Enjoying dressing up as a witch

Nati and Ben looking happily relieved from parental duties...


Anna and Graham have a house in Twyford near Reading.  Anna’s cycling career (apart from working for Rapha) is going well, though with a (hopefully) short term injury at the moment.  Katie is working in the city for Legal and General Investment Branch, and was not too far away from the recent London Bridge incident, so we are thankful that she, and indeed all of the younger generation, remain well.

Anna negotiating the Dolomites

This is what 'bikepacking' looks like

I just had to put this in - so envious

Katie - no prizes for guessing where, but which one of these was supposedly a 'work trip'?

Katie at Lake Garda

Finally, our lovely Joelle turned 40 this August.  James not only arranged a wonderful party for her but followed it up by getting down on one knee and asking her to marry him.  Their daughter Amira is now a gorgeous 18 month old toddler.

Lindsay and Joelle

In February we moved from Bury Road to Crichel Mount Road and in August to a rental property where we will remain for most of 2020 while rebuilding the house at Crichel Mount. As you can imagine, moving house once after 30 years at one address is bad enough; moving twice is – well I can’t really put it into words.

Our most enjoyable times this year have been walking and cycling in places ranging from Sicily to Yorkshire.  During a lovely week in June we also walked, or re-walked, the Jurassic coast from Devon back to Poole.  Just a few days of good weather in Dorset made us realise that exotic destinations are not necessary for true happiness and enjoyment.

The last few days walking the Cleveland Way - Robin Hood's Bay in the background

But our most unusual holiday experience was a visit at the end of a few days’ cycling in the Jura to the Fête des Vignerons, in Vevey, Switzerland on the shores of Lake Geneva. This only takes place every 20 to 25 years!   It’s a pageant lasting about 2½ hours with no interval.  It’s meant to tell the story of the vine, and to honour, in turn, each Swiss canton.  The participants, clad in Swiss traditional costume, parade around the amphitheatre like extras in Ben-Hur.  The music was specially composed for the event, but wasn’t memorable.  What was memorable was the blazing sun and the ambient temperature of 38⁰C.  Belatedly the attendants walked up and down the aisles spraying us with what might have been water from pump action garden sprinklers.  No greenflies on us!  The memorable part came right at the end – yodelling solos and alphorns singing and playing the ‘Ranz des Vaches’.  This is a traditional chant or tune designed to call home the cows.  The most beautiful version seems to be the one from Fribourg.  These tunes have a long history, and induce what is called ‘Schweizerheimweh’, an irrepressible longing to return to the homeland.  I had that feeling myself…  But if you want to encapsulate the experience in a nutshell it would be like the Olympic Opening Ceremony with no other nations allowed, and extra cows and alphorns.  I have written a slightly extended description in another post.

The Fete des Vignerons

Some of the alphorns


Lindsay, Andrew, and our friend Marina on Lake Geneva

Sunset in Vevey


We wish all of you a peaceful and happy Christmas.  Best wishes for the New Year.

Fête des Vignerons in Vevey on Lake Geneva

The Fête des Vignerons is to the Swiss as big as hosting the Olympics.  And it happens five times less frequently!  A maximum of four times a century!  Quite why this should be is not entirely clear.  To some, me included, the words Swiss and Wine when placed together still form something of an oxymoron.  But I'm assured that Swiss wine is on the up, and we have had some good blauburgunder from Maienfeld and obviously good Italian style wines from Ticino.  A friend messaged me to say that we were staying amid the vineyards of Lavaux and that these had an illustrious history dating back to the introduction of the vine by Burgundian monks six centuries ago.

The Jura seem to roll on for ever but eventually we skirted Lausanne and found the hotel Lavaux, a modern, slightly soulless but thermally efficient box on the road and railway at Épesses, just two stops from Vevey.  Joining our friend Marina we relaxed and then walked along the lake to Cully, where we enjoyed a very average and poorly served meal at the Café de la Poste.  The local Chasselas was good however.  In fairness the very hot weather meant that the lakeside villages were heaving with people.  After handing over lots of Chuffs (ChF) we walked home and made ready for Vevey on the Monday.

A new receptionist in the morning informed us that we could have free travel to Vevey and armed with the passes we took one of the most scenic commutes in the world - Épesses - Rivaz - St Saphorin - Vevey.  Sadly a Monday morning in Vevey is not the most exciting day at the Fête.  After assessing the myriad fast food outlets, a few rides for children, and some cows sitting in a tent we decided to take a two hour paddle steamer trip around the Eastern part of the lake.  After a galette we headed back to Épesses for a swim.  Evening found us back in Vevey for a good meal (bottle of St Saphorin) at the Hotel Astra just by the station.  At 9.30pm we were on the lakeside promenade to see the nightly parade.  Illuminated figures, bunches of grapes, birds, and fireworks.  At last there was some festival atmosphere.

Ominously the forecast for the Tuesday suggested that the mercury might hit 38degC.  A croissant and snack in Vevey station Co-op and we were off to the Arena.  'Bon Spectacle' said the gentleman checking my ticket.  We climbed to the top of the stadium and like everybody else took our seats in the full sun.

I think the event is meant to celebrate the story of the vine but there are numerous other themes.  For some reason there were dancing horses, herds of goats, gymnastics, and lots of fish.  I suppose they have to fill two and a half hours somehow.

When I had searched the internet I had been hugely impressed by what I took to be a vocal group called Ranz des Vaches.  I now realise that there is no such group.  The Ranz des Vaches is a series of fairly simple but beautiful songs, either played on the alphorn or sung.  They were meant to call the cattle home in rank or ranz order.  Even Rossini got into the spirit and composed one in the William Tell overture.  These traditional tunes produced such an emotional effect on the Swiss that in times past it was forbidden to play them in case Swiss soldiers deserted or just laid down their arms out of overwhelming homesickness.

After two hours of ceremony with some okay music and a lot of marching it ws time for the massed alphorns and the Ranz des Vaches, the most memorable of which is the Ranz Fribourgeois.  Although not strictly a yodel (I don't know what a strict yodel is) the vocal range was high, a beautiful falsetto sound.  Accompanied by the parade of the cows with the sonorous dissonance of their bells this was undoubtedly the highlight.

So - a must see event if you're Swiss.  If you missed out on an Olympic opening ceremony and you'd like to see extra cows, more alphorns than you'll ever see again, and yodelling, then the Fête des Vignerons is for you.