Checking my web-site-statistics yesterday, I happened upon the page that shows me which searches brought people to my blog...

... Jul gets people who are looking for a 'Whore in Regensburg‘, 'Naked man pictures' or 'Japanese peeing'. I read her blog regularly and would never have worked out what makes it so popular with Google.

So what have I been writing about?

Most people arriving at my site via search engines are [still] looking to purchase a Burkini!
I googled the word myself and was relieved to see that I am not the world's leading authority on the subject - happily, I don't even make page 5.

I am, however, the world's leading expert regarding the topic What is going to happen in the Alps - right after Wikipedia, that is. Thank you Google, I love you!
My expertise on Cow Bells in the Alps is often consulted, but not as often as Dr. Herriot; and if you ever need to know How to stop pigs blood congealing, well, just ask!

You can't avoid my blog, if you wish to know anything pertaining to Schwiizertüütsch and I get regular clicks from ¿Norway? on that one. I wonder what that means in Norwegian?

My all time favorite?
Wanted, second hand motorway sound barrier.
Well, I suppose it depends on how much you want, I've got a couple of hundred meters in the garage, from that time when I practiced hydroplaning on my way home from work...
... it's going to cost you, though!

Yesterday I made my first excursion on crutches...

In Rorschach, on Lake Constance, a competition is held every year to see who can create the best sand sculpture.
250 tons of sand are dumped on the lake shore, stamped into rectangular wooden forms and then sculpted. Some of the results are amazing!
I took some pictures of the finished entries last year and forgot to show them to you.
The one I liked best was called Daydreams and just happened to win the first prize:


Daydreams, Front


Daydreams, Rear

Ten teams of two people from all over the world compete every year.
Each team has a week to finish their work. This years theme is 'Dream and Reality'.
The first three years saw Swiss sculptors among the winners. Because foreign teams won for the past few years, no Swiss are partaking this year...

I wanted to photograph the work-in-progress this time round and then the finished results.
A lot harder to do, on crutches, than I had envisaged, but here is the work-in-progress (4th day).
I hope to find a chauffeur on Saturday, so I can photograph the finished results...



It is impossible to guess, yet, which team might win this year - we shall know more on Saturday.
If you would like to see the sculptures live, they will be on view until September 14th.

To be continued...

Lazy, as I am, I’ve done nothing this week, except sit around with my feet up...
Yesterday, I discovered my camera again:





We had some wonderful clouds!

I just spent a couple of days in hospital as I needed an operation on my foot...
... the right foot.

When I arrived at the hospital, they messed around taking blood samples asking questions and so on and generally 'preparing' me for the OP. One of the questions was 'left or right?'
I answered that it was the right foot. An indelible marker was produced and the right shin was marked with an X.
After starving me for twelve hours, they came along to test my memory. Again, I told them it was the right foot. The marker appeared and an O was drawn around the X!

My bed was wheeled down to the operating area and while I was moved from my bed to the operating table I was again asked, if I could remember which foot was to operated on. Well, you can't trick me that easily! 'The right foot', I told them.
I was then maneuvered into a smaller room, where I was to be prepared for the OP.
A pretty young lady appeared with the magic question and I informed her too that it was the right foot.
She tucked my right arm away under my body with some wedges, attached an arm-rest for my left arm and then an anesthetist appeared. Once more the magic question was asked and correctly answered. I was rewarded with a deep sleep...

I'm sure you know by now where this is leading.
After I had been awake for a while the surgeon arrived at my bedside and asked how I was. He then informed me that he had some good news and some bad news...


... I now have a cut on my left foot with twelve stitches in it.
Oh, he'd realised immediately, of course, that something was amiss.
He was standing right next to a drip which got in his way - most unusual...
... so he too asked the magic question!

Supposedly the operation was a success.
I'll spare you the pictures for this post...