A Postcard from Alpine Meadows

Dear Aunty Ermintrude, I’m here with the girls, we always spend the Summer up here in amongst the buttercups, meadow sweet, clover and vetch. It gives that distinctive flavour to the cream and cheese. We get on well generally, no pushing or shoving, well there’s enough for all of us. It’s peaceful up here but never quiet: the insects hum and zzz; the birds twitters; and then there’s us with our bells. A proper Alpine choir we make. Love….


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