Following dinner, despite feeling
tired and in need of our beds, we agreed to go for a walk round the
village to walk off the meal and get our bearings. We crunched our
way through the snow and noticed many of the houses and shops were
lit up with fairy lights and, in some cases, Christmas trees with
what still appeared to be decorations! However, none of these things
actually looked incongruous, because, despite it already being a
week into the New Year. It all appeared very natural and in-keeping
with the place. As we walked along chatting my eyes were drawn to
look up towards where the Schilthorn mountain, I assumed would be.
Suddenly I saw, with the help of the moon, a dim light very high up
and the outline of a building and a shiver ran down my spine. Was
this Piz Gloria?