Category: #amwriting

In a word: Brevity

Now, brevity is something that I have not been able to fully wrap my head around.

The dictionary explains Brevity as

‘concise and exact use of words in writing and speech’

So…

I remember working with a writer a long time ago who explained certain authors styles, and for James A Michener of Hawaii fame, he said Michener wrote sentences instead of words, paragraphs instead of sentences, pages instead of paragraphs and chapters instead of pages.

It was a little harsh considering I’d just read the book and had liked it, despite its length and the time it took.

But some time later I realized he was not criticizing Michener, but trying to tell me, in his, what I came to discover, interesting way, that I should strive to write more compactly.

I then came across a book by Brian Callison which was exactly that, the concise version, a story that fitted into about 200 pages.

That too was a good book and it took me a day to read it, and by his use of that economy of words, it read quickly.

Of course, I have tried over the years to emulate both styles, and to a certain degree, failing, because I think I have created my own style which is somewhere in between.

Still, when editing, it is always in the back of my mind that I should be

Using words instead of sentences

Using sentences instead of paragraphs

Using paragraphs instead of pages, and

Using pages instead of chapters.

The chapters, he said, with an air of amusement, will always take care of themselves.

 

“What Sets Us Apart”, a mystery with a twist

David is a man troubled by a past he is trying to forget.

Susan is rebelling against a life of privilege and an exasperated mother who holds a secret that will determine her daughter’s destiny.

They are two people brought together by chance. Or was it?

When Susan discovers her mother’s secret, she goes in search of the truth that has been hidden from her since the day she was born.

When David realizes her absence is more than the usual cooling off after another heated argument, he finds himself being slowly drawn back into his former world of deceit and lies.

Then, back with his former employers, David quickly discovers nothing is what it seems as he embarks on a dangerous mission to find Susan before he loses her forever.

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The cinema of my dreams – I always wanted to write a war story – Episode 7

This is a story inspired by a visit to an old castle in Italy. It was, of course, written while travelling on a plane, though I’m not sure if it was from Calgary to Toronto, or New York to Vancouver.

But, there’s more to come. Those were long flights…

And sadly when I read what I’d written, off the plane and in the cold hard light of dawn, there were problems, which now in the second draft, should provide the proper start.

 

If it had been Jackerby in charge and not Johansson, I had no doubt I’d be at the end of a firing squad now.

Jackerby was not Army, nor a man of honour.  His gait, his manner gave him away, despite the fact he was out of his usual uniform.  I suspect now I had been taken care of, that would change, and we’d get to see his true colours.

After leaving the hall, I was escorted downstairs to the cellar, and where I knew there were a number of rooms with iron gated fronts, places I suspected, in olden days, enemies of the castle were held, enslaved or executed in these cells.

There were several male prisoners is the first two cells, awaiting their fate, one which would not include escaping to the other side, but perhaps something a lot worse than death.

At the end, there was another corridor, and several smaller cells, where second from the end, I was roughly shoved by one of the guards.  He was going to add the butt of his rifle to the back of my head for good measure, but Jackerby stopped him.

I was sure it wasn’t out of respect for Johansson.  It appeared that Johansson needed me for something else.

After the door closed I yelled out, “All the rooms upstairs filled?”

“Yes.  It’s high season.”  So Jackerby had a semblance of a sense of humour.

 

The room, if it could be called that, had a camp stretcher, a seat, and a bucket.  The light came from a burning torch out in the corridor, an interesting touch that electricity had not made it down this far.

The floor was cobbled, and, like the walls, damp.  There was an overbearing odour of mustiness in the room.

It was also cold, so these cells must be located not only under the old castle but underground.  That meant centuries of history, and probably a ghost or two.  I was sure terrible things had happened, down in these cells, not just back then but also recently.

Outside the wall, I could hear the sound of running water, so the back wall must border onto the stream.  And there must be a gap, or hole somewhere for the sound to reach me, but it was too dark to see.

When night fell, it was going to be a lot worse; the light wouldn’t be affected, but it was going to get a lot colder.  As it was the torchlight from the passage barely made an impact, and it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.  And I was sure there were rats, just waiting for the dark to come out to play.

I moved the seat to beside the door and sat down, trying to make myself comfortable, in a position where I might hear them coming if they came back.

Then a voice quite near, said, “What are you here for?”

 

© Charles Heath 2019

“Uncanny good luck shines upon me…” – a short story

I never did take advice very seriously.  Especially when they were issued by old man Taggard, a man of some mystery that we all, adults and children alike wanted to know about.

Everyone in the street knew him as he had lived in the almost derelict mansion at the end of the cul-de-sac forever, way longer than anyone else in the neighbourhood had.  In fact, it was rumoured he had owned all the land around and sold it off bit by bit over time, the reason why there were so many houses of varying age in the estate.

Ours was one of the older houses, a few doors up from it.  We were close enough to observe Taggard’s habit, like sitting on the porch on an old swing chair in the afternoons, to the late-night wanderings in the street.  Some said he was accompanied by the ghost of his long-dead wife, which led to stories being told of the house he lived in being haunted.

As children, we had been brought up on a diet of TV shows such as ‘The Munsters’ and ‘The Addams Family’, and had invented our own make-believe show called ‘The Taggard Mansion’, the house with ghosts, and the neighborhood center for strange goings-on.

And as children were wont to do, we had to ‘investigate’.

There was a ‘gang’ even though we didn’t refer to it as such, about seven of us who lived in nearby houses, and all of whom had very active imaginations.  We also met in the cubby house out the back of our house to plan forays to find out whether the rumours were true.  The thing is we never got very far as he seemed to know when we were sneaking in and scared us off, so for years, the rumours remained just that, rumours.

But as grown-ups, and by that I mean, middle teens, our plans became bolder and more sophisticated, based on a whole new breed of TV shows, where the seemingly impossible was no longer that.  And Andy Boswell, my older brother’s best friend, his father was a private detective, or so he told us, and he had managed to ‘secure’ some of his father’s tools of the trade; a camera on the end of a wire that could connect to a cell phone, a listening device that could hear through walls, and in-ear communicators.  We could now, if we were close enough, see under doors, and hear if anyone was in.  We could all keep in touch, though I couldn’t see how this would help.

But a plan was formulated.  All seven of us had a role to play.  My brother Ron and Delilah, his girlfriend, were taking point, whatever that meant, Andy and I were going to take point, while Jack, Jill, and Kim were going to run distraction.  The theory was, they’d make enough noise to keep the old man occupied chasing them.  No one had been inside the house, ever.  Andy and I were going to be the first.

Andy had drawn up a plan and it was up on the wall.  He had charted the house, and had a very accurate picture of the house’s footprint, where doors and windows were, likely entrance points, including a hatchway down into what he assumed was a basement, though he preferred to call it the dungeon, and a layout of the grounds.  Apparently under the undergrowth were paths and gardens, even a large fountain that once graced the grounds of the three-story mansion made of sandstone, and built sometime during the middle of the 1800s.

Andy had done some research, mostly from old newspapers, and also discovered that the old man had once been married, they had a half dozen children, three of whom had died, the others scattered around the world.  It explained why no one ever visited the place.

The distraction team would be going in through the front gate, easy enough because it had come off its hinges and just needed a shove to open.  The old man usually emerged from the house via the driveway, or what was once a drive where cars could enter one side of the property, stop under a huge canopy, and emerge onto the road further along.  But it’s overgrown stare, the width of the pathway was now about six feet.  The fact it was once an amazing feature was the roadside lights, now all but disappearing behind the undergrowth.

Andy had found a photograph in the paper of it, and it had looked magnificent, as had the gardens, the overhanging canopy, and all the lights.  To think such magnificence was now lost.  And having seen it for what it once was, it was not hard to imagine any number of scenarios, my favourite, rescuing a damsel in distress from the tower.  Yes, it even had a tower, two, in fact, at each end of the house.  My brother always said I had an overactive imagination.

Andy and I would be going in by the less-used car exit, and heading for the left side of the building where Andy said were several floor-to-ceiling windows that looked to him like French doors.  Of course, none of us knew what French doors were, and my brother cut Andy short when he tried to explain.

Failing that, there was a door at the rear that seemed to be open, and we’d try that next.  We would get into position, advise the distraction team, and the operation would be a go.  The only debate was about what time of the day were we going to do it.  My brother preferred late in the afternoon.  Andy said it was better at dawn, or soon after if we were looking for maximum confusion about the target.

Dawn, confusion, tactics, target, Andy was in his element.  He was going to be a spy when he grew up.  My brother said he would never grow up, but then, my brother said I was a dreamer and would never amount to anything.  We ignored his advice, well, we pretty much ignored everything he said.

We were going in at dawn.

At 5 a.m. on Saturday morning, we gathered at the cubby house ready for action.  We all took a communicator and put it in our ears, and then had fun saying stupid stuff, and hearing it through the earpieces.  It was weird but added an exciting element to the adventure.  I know my heart was beating faster in anticipation.  Andy was pretending to be cool and failing.  I suspected my brother and Delilah had other plans when we left them alone in the cubby house.  The distraction team was ready to go.

Shortly after the sun came up, it was cool and the air still.  It was going to be a hot day, and in that first hour, everything was almost perfect.  It seemed a waste to do anything but let the early morning serenity settle over us.  Not today.  Andy and I went to our position, slowly feeling our way through the bushes, taking bearings from the light poles, and every now and then seeing the guttering and what looked to be a concrete path.  Beyond that was once a garden, and I tried, more than once, to imagine what it was like.

In my ear I could hear the others in the distraction team setting up at the start of the driveway, ready to go.  We reached our position, about twenty feet from the so-called French windows, the view into the house blocked by curtains, but beyond that, what we could see was darkness inside the house.  Taking in the whole side of the house, there were no lights on behind any of the windows.  If we didn’t know better, we could have assumed the house was empty.

I heard Andy say, “Ready.  Start making noise.”

A minute later we could both hear the distraction team in the distance and through the communicators.  It took two minutes before we heard the old man, yelling, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  Their job done, getting him out of the house, all they had to do was retreat.

Time for Andy and I to go.

Working on the basis that no one else was at the house, and the fact we had no evidence there was, we were not overly worried about making a stealthy approach.  I could hear in my earpiece, the gasping of those in the distraction team, having just made it outside the gate, and to tell us the old man had stopped them at the gate.  I doubt he had been running, but his yelling was just as effective.

That had stopped, and a sort of silence fell over the area.

We were now at the French doors, and Andy produced another tool that he’d forgotten to tell us about, a lock pick.  The fact it didn’t take long to unlock the door told me he was either very talented, or the lock was old and presented no problems.  Either way, he opened the door and ushered me in.

I brushed the curtains aside for him to follow, then moved in as he followed, closing the door behind him.

I’d taken five steps before I heard a woman’s voice say.  “Uncanny good luck shines upon me.  My knights in shining armour.  You’ve come to rescue me, no?”

…

© Charles Heath 2020-2023

The 2am Rant: Children are all the same

They just live in different houses

…

It’s quite remarkable to discover that your children are not unique.

For years I thought that we had spawned monsters that had quite likely come from another planet because the other children in the family seemed so different.

I didn’t realise that the parents had issued death threats if they so much as looked sideways while out.

It was where I suddenly realised that parents of children if taken at their word, could be mass murderers, or at the very best, the worst kind of bullies.

The threats of violence that they used, in any other circumstances would elicit a rather lengthy jail sentence.

I was guilty of it myself, and such threats had come to roll off the tongue so easily that you didn’t really know you were doing it.

If you don’t do this, I’ll kill you. There’s no thought to the significance of this statement, or the consequences if you were to actually do it.

No wonder the children just look at you like you’re deranged.

Of course, there are fewer murderous ways of dealing with the problem, but the sad fact is they have probably driven you into a blind rage and just past into that zone where you really have no idea what you’re saying.

Been there too.

But the revelation that all the other parents are the same, that you see them threatening their children with death or worse.

Then, after they’ve grown up and moved on as all children do, they return on odd occasions for Sunday lunch and there you begin to learn the stuff they did when younger that you never knew about

It’s seeming a rite of passage for all children, and it’s odd to hear others discussing it, especially when you hear someone else referring to their children the same as you do.

Did they come from the same planet too?

That’s when a friend told me the truth of the matter. All children are the same, they just live in different houses.

Ain’t that the truth!

Writing a book in 365 days – 350

Day 350 – Writing exercise

He had never liked the desert, or anywhere hot, if he was telling the truth.

…

It started out as a joke and ended up as the reason for defunding my project, but irrespective of the reason given, it was not unexpected because of the lack of progress and cost overruns.

And the fact that I had suffered a minor breakdown, having laboured day and night, in very hot, dusty, trying conditions for longer than I expected.

Of course, the fact that I had assured the Management team that I would be available 24/7, and was forced to go on indefinite sick leave, was probably the final nail in the coffin.

That, and the fact that I had participated in an interview where I had confessed, in a moment of reflection, that I preferred to live in the cooler climate of the mountains than in the middle of the desert, the place where I had been running a major investigation into underground rivers.

Or, as my hard-working and cynical assistant project manager had put it, they didn’t want a woman taking my place, and worse, they didn’t want anyone to know they had run out of funding.

In the end, none of it mattered.  They shut down the site.

…

Melanie, Acting Project Manager, resident cynic, and all-around conspiracy theorist, had dropped in on her way home, or as she put it, a welcome deviation before returning to a ‘rat hole’ at her sister’s residence while in transit between jobs.

I had just left the hospital, and arrived at my ‘Shangrila’ the day before.  She had just wrapped up the operation in Mexico.  She looked as exhausted as I still felt.

When Melanie watched the replay of the post-project interview, curious to see what had been said, she realised one very important point.  “You were led. The interviewer had a definite plan to lead you down a particular path and then took a run with it.”

“I was tired and wanted to get it over with.”

“You didn’t ask for the slate of questions ahead of time?”

“I did and was given a folder.  There was nothing about climate preferences, or the possibility of exhaustion, in them.”

“There you are.  It was nothing less than a set-up, clearly designed to derail your project.”

Melanie always suspected the organisation that funded the projects to be exactly the sort of people they portrayed to the outside world, and she had been very vocal at the first meeting, and several since, citing the world needed water, not geothermal energy.

In the beginning, it had been a hard sell.  Until suddenly they changed their minds from a hard no to a three-year deal.

That was until the two board members who agreed with her had retired in the last six months.

“If they hadn’t retired, we wouldn’t be here.”

Actually, we would.  We had not found irrefutable evidence that there was water under the impenetrable rock.  It was somewhere near there, I just wasn’t sure exactly where, and drilling bores wasn’t cheap.

I had been assured they’d come back to it later.

Meanwhile…

I was on administrative leave.  Melanie was supposed to go to Peru or Chile.  Instead ,she stayed with me.

…

Melanie had also suspected the Project Management organisation of having ulterior motives.  I had also heard the rumours that somewhere of the projects had two purposes.

The most recent, an archaeological dig turned into a search for oil, in a place where the local government had been prevented from prospecting.

Our project had the security team ‘enhanced’ because of ‘perceived’ threats to our safety, which, in the end, didn’t materialise.

Just before the funding dried up.

It was not as if they didn’t have a reason.  Suddenly, we found it difficult to bore through the hard rock to get down to the suspected cavern where an underground river ran from the Arctic to the north to the equator.

We had found what was believed to be the entrance in northern Scandinavia, but not the outlet, other than ancient evidence of water feeding a flourishing Aztec city, not just dry dusty ruins.   It had been paradise.

And as much as I would like to also give my archaeological skills a run, that hadn’t been our focus.  We just had to work around the archaeological aspects of the site.

Even so, I had a feeling someone was poking around the ruins, with people going missing, and strange noises at night.

Melanie was adamant that the ghosts of the city’s once-inhabitants were rising up to protect their final resting place from us invaders.

It became the subject of a conversation one morning, after about a week, the amount of time it took for Melanie doing nothing to start getting bored.

She had just latched onto the archaeological aspects of the site, just arriving at a conclusion I had considered a possibility, but unlikely given the local government’s stand on exploration of the ruins.

“It’s an unjustified cost to bore through impassable rock, especially when we cannot prove an outcome.”

“What if it wasn’t and they’re just telling you that?”

I looked at her over the conference table with surprise.  Melanie was my guru for superstitions and conspiracy theories and was often closer to the bone than most.

She had said once after a few too many margaritas that the site we were working at had been an old Aztec temple and place of worship and sacrifice, and more than one ghost had been seen at night.

I thought I had seen one myself, but I didn’t believe in such things.  But I did suspect that there might be an element of truth in another myth she had uncovered, that somewhere within the boundaries of the site was a reputed entrance to a network of caverns and tunnels, where artifacts had been hidden from the Spanish conquerors, and which several items had been found nearby.

It would make more sense to think we had been shut down so that another clandestine expedition was being funded to locate the entrance or determine whether there was any truth to the supposition that gold and or artifacts were hidden there.  That would make more money than finding underground watercourses.

“Then what are you telling me?”

“Those extra security staff sent to save us from the revolting masses would know one end of a gun from the other.  Did they look like mercenaries?”

After a few more margaritas, she confessed her ideal man was that Hollywood stereotype mercenary. This stereotype was not supported by the members of the security team or the additional people sent.

“Not really, but do we really know that security people have a ‘type’?”

“Girls who look like they just came from a fashion show in Milan.  You remember Joanne and Louisa?”

I don’t think anyone could forget them.  She had a point, but by that time, I was almost overcome by exhaustion.

“You think they were archaeology students?”

“Isn’t that how digs work?  One or two experts and a dozen students are working towards their degrees.  You went through that process.”

I had, though, not been so lucky to find a dig so rich in history.  “We were strictly forbidden from any archaeological exploration.”

“And Management knew you’d assure them that nothing like that was going on.  They relied on your reputation, one of the main reasons the local government allowed the project.  That you’d run it and you’d find water.  Especially if you found water.  When I stopped by the mayor’s office to give him the keys, half a dozen of the newbies, including the girls, were still there.  They were supposed to be on a plane a week ago.”

“They don’t have permission to conduct archaeological exploration of the ruins.”

“Who needs permission to do anything, other than us good guys.  We’ve been running a distraction.  I think they’ve discovered the tunnels and caverns.  And they, more than anything else, might lead us to the water.  We were looking in the wrong place.  I think the city was built on top of the water outlet, and the Aztecs destroyed it themselves to spite the Spanish”

“But we were not in the business of treasure hunting.”

Or were we?

“Why don’t we go and find out?”

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Lucerne

The Untouched Side of Lucerne: 5 Off‑the‑Beaten‑Path Experiences Worth Your Time

When most travellers think of Lucerne, the mind instantly jumps to its iconic Chapel Bridge, the towering Lion Monument, and the glittering waters of Lake Lucerne. Those are, of course, must‑see sights—but after you’ve snapped a photo of the medieval wooden bridge, you’ll probably crave something a little more intimate, a little more local.

Below is a curated list of five experiences that sit just beyond the typical tourist trail. They’re perfect for curious explorers who want to feel the pulse of Lucerne’s culture, nature, and history without the crowds.

1. Hike the Seeboden Alp – A Quiet Alpine Meadow With Panoramic Views

Why it’s special: While the classic Rigi‑Panorama trail draws hundreds of hikers each day, the Seeboden Alp route (also called the “Hidden Alpine Meadow”) remains a serene escape. Beginning at the Kreuzlingen train station (a short 10‑minute ride from Lucerne’s main station), the trail winds through pine forests, past crystal‑clear streams, and finally opens onto a broad alpine pasture that offers unobstructed 360° views of the Rigi, Pilatus, and the Central Swiss Alps.

What to expect:

ItemDetails
DifficultyModerate – steady ascent (≈ 400 m elevation gain) over 3 km (round‑trip).
Time needed1.5–2 hours (including photo stops).
Best seasonLate June to early October – wildflowers in full bloom, snow‑free paths.
What to bringSturdy hiking shoes, water bottle, a light jacket (weather changes quickly at altitude).
Hidden gemNear the meadow’s highest point lies a small, centuries‑old shepherd’s hut that still hosts occasional cheese‑making demonstrations on weekends.

Tip: Grab a Bündner cheese platter from the nearby Kreuzlingen Café before you set off – the fresh alpine cheese pairs perfectly with the panoramic vista.

2. Discover the Münsterplatz Secret Garden – A Verdant Oasis Behind the Cathedral

Why it’s special: Tucked behind the St. Leodegar’s Cathedral (the “Münster”) is a modest, privately‑maintained garden that most visitors never notice. The garden was originally created in the 19th century by a local merchant’s family as a private retreat and was opened to the public only a few years ago.

What you’ll love:

  • Botanical variety: Over 60 species of Alpine roses, lavender, and wild herbs flourish here, creating a fragrant scent trail that drifts out onto the square.
  • Historical whispers: A marble bench inscribed with a 1902 dedication reads, “Für die Ruhe der Seele” (“For the peace of the soul”). The bench has become a favoured spot for local poets and book clubs.
  • Artistic surprises: Every summer, a local artist collective installs rotating sculptures made from reclaimed wood and stone—perfect for Instagram‑ready shots without the crowds.

How to visit:

  • Access: Walk straight through the cathedral’s side entrance onto Kleinbaslertrasse; a discreet wooden gate leads into the garden.
  • Opening hours: 9 am–6 pm (closed on Mondays).
  • Cost: Free – donations are welcome at a small, tastefully designed donation box.

Tip: Pair your visit with a quick stop at the Café du Lac just across the square for a slice of Zuger Roggenbrot and a steaming cup of locally roasted coffee.

3. Board a Traditional Schiff to Ufenau Island – Switzerland’s Smallest Inhabited Island

Why it’s special: While most lake tours circle the main harbours, a morning “Ufenau Express” departs from the Kornmarkt dock and takes you to the tiny island of Ufenau, situated just a few kilometres downstream from Lucerne. The island hosts an 11th‑century Benedictine chapel, a modest vineyard, and a tranquil walking trail that circles the perimeter.

Highlights:

  • Historical depth: The chapel, St. Peter & St. Paul, survived the Reformation and still hosts occasional organ concerts in the summer.
  • Wine tasting: A small family‑run winery produces a crisp Riviera Pinot Noir that you can sample right on the island’s sun‑warmed terrace.
  • Birdwatching: Ufenau is a protected nesting ground for white‑tailed eagles and golden plovers—bring binoculars for a rewarding encounter.

Practicalities:

ItemDetails
Departure9:15 am and 2:30 pm daily (July–September).
Duration45 minutes each way, plus 1‑hour island stay.
Ticket priceCHF 12 return (includes a brief guided tour).
What to packComfortable shoes, a light windbreaker, and a reusable water bottle.
AccessibilitySmall ramp available for wheelchair users; however, the island’s paths are uneven, so assistance may be needed.

Tip: Combine this trip with a lunch at the Lakeside Restaurant “Seespitz” in nearby Weggis—order the fresh‑caught perch with a side of herb‑infused potatoes for an authentic lakeside feast.

4. Explore the Musegg Wall’s Hidden Courtyards – Medieval Fortifications With a Modern Twist

Why it’s special: The iconic Musegg Wall—the well‑preserved part of Lucerne’s old city fortifications—features six towers (including the famous Zytturm). While most tourists climb the Zytturm for its city views, the inner courtyards behind the lesser‑known towers, especially the Löwendenkmal Tower (Lion Tower), remain quiet and surprisingly artistic.

What you’ll find:

  • Secret exhibitions: Each courtyard hosts rotating pop‑up galleries showcasing works by emerging Swiss photographers and sculptors.
  • Interactive history: QR codes installed on stone walls lead to short augmented‑reality videos that reconstruct medieval daily life—watch a blacksmith at work or a merchant’s stall bustling with trade.
  • Rooftop café: The “Turmlounge” atop the Schaulaufen Tower (open only on Saturdays) serves a selection of local pastries, honey‑infused tea, and a spectacular view of the Reuss River in a peaceful setting.

How to make the most of it:

  1. Start at the Schnürschlösschen Gate—enter the wall’s pathway and follow the wooden signposts labelled “Kunst & Geschichte”.
  2. Take your time in each courtyard; the installations are designed for contemplation, not rush.
  3. Check the calendar on the city’s tourism website for the “Musegg Night” event, where the courtyards are lit by candlelight and local musicians perform acoustic sets.

Tip: Bring a small sketchbook. The quiet corners are perfect for drawing, and you might catch a street performer impromptu sketching session.

5. Ride the Historic Pilatus Bahn to Kriens‑Imfeld – A Scenic Railway Journey With a Surprise Picnic Spot

Why it’s special: Everyone knows about the Pilatus Railway (the world’s steepest cogwheel line) that rockets tourists up to the summit of Mount Pilatus. However, the first leg of the line, from Alpnachstad to Kriens‑Imfeld, is a gorgeous, lesser‑known ride that offers sweeping views of Lake Lucerne, the surrounding alpine ridges, and quaint farming villages—all without the crowds that flood the summit during peak season.

What makes it unique:

  • Historic carriages: The early‑20th‑century wooden carriages retain their original brass fittings and plush leather seats, creating a nostalgic travel experience.
  • Picnic paradise: At the Imfeld Station, a small meadow opens up beside the railway, dotted with wild strawberries in early summer. A traditional “Bürli”—a wooden table with benches—invites you to lay out a picnic while enjoying the gentle hum of the passing train.
  • Local flavours: The nearby Imfeld Bakery sells freshly baked “Saffron‑Rosinen‑Brot” (saffron raisin bread) and a selection of homemade jams made from locally harvested berries.

Logistics:

ItemDetails
DepartureTrains run every hour from Alpnachstad between 8 am–5 pm (May–September).
TicketCHF 7 one‑way (discounted day‑pass available).
Duration15 minutes to Imfeld; optional onward hike of 2 km to the Bergsee (mountain lake).
Best time to visitEarly morning (8–10 am) for tranquil light and fewer passengers.
AccessibilityCarriages are wheelchair‑compatible, but the meadow has uneven ground.

Tip: Purchase a “Picnic Pass” at the Imfeld ticket window – it includes a voucher for a slice of Alpine cheese tart from the station café, plus a reusable wooden cutlery set (eco‑friendly and perfect for your spontaneous snack).

Bonus: How to Blend These Experiences Into One Perfect Day

If you’re staying in Lucerne for a short visit and want to sample a slice of each hidden gem, here’s a suggested itinerary:

TimeActivity
08:00Grab a quick croissant at Café Heini and head to Alpnachstad for the Pilatus Bahn ride.
09:00Arrive at Kriens‑Imfeld, enjoy the meadow picnic and stroll to the Bergsee.
11:30Take the train back to Lucerne, then hop on the Ufenau Express from Kornmarkt.
13:00Disembark on Ufenau Island, explore the chapel, and sip wine on the terrace.
14:30Return to Lucerne; walk through the Münsterplatz Secret Garden for a quiet afternoon tea.
16:00Head to Musegg Wall – wander the hidden courtyards and perhaps catch a pop‑up gallery.
18:00Finish the day with a gentle hike to Seeboden Alp for sunset views over the lakes and mountains.
20:00Dinner at Restaurant Nidelgau (book a table with lake view).

Adjust the timing according to the season and your personal pace—each stop can easily become a half‑day adventure if you wish!

Final Thoughts

Lucerne’s charm isn’t confined to its postcard‑perfect bridges and bustling promenades. By stepping off the well‑trodden path, you’ll discover serene alpine meadows, hidden gardens, intimate islands, and living pieces of history that reveal the city’s authentic soul.

Whether you’re a seasoned backpacker, a history buff, or simply a curious traveller seeking a quieter connection with Switzerland’s heart, these five hidden gems promise unforgettable moments—far from the crowds but close to the spirit of Lucerne.

Pack your camera, bring an open mind, and let the road less travelled become your favourite story to tell.

What I learned about writing – That first interview is not that scary

I was sitting down discussing with my granddaughter how we’re going to approach what will become an author interview.

We were talking about how old I was when it was, I first authored a story, and what was that story about.

OK, that sent me back a long way into the distant past.

There was also a trick question; “What was the first story you read that put you on the path to wanting to become a writer”.

That was easy, Alistair Maclean’s HMS Ulysses.  I showed her a copy of the book.

But, back to the main question.

Grandparents are old, I said, older than your parents, so that should give you some idea.

When did I start writing, that required a little thought, and several triggers gave me a date, where we lived at the time, the fact I used my mother’s old portable typewriter, and the fact I had not been long out of school.  I was, in fact, about 17, the wrong side of half a century ago.

What was it about; that I couldn’t tell her, but I said I had rescued a lot of old scribbling of mine and put them in a box to look at later when I had the time.

I guess that time had arrived.

And, yes, there was the book, the individually typed pages, some with corrections, unfinished.

The pages were brown with age.

The story, well, I read the first few pages, and I’d started down the thriller path then, the story so far, an agent comes ashore from a trawler to a bleak and isolated village, perhaps on the Scottish coast,

The next question, understandably; “What was the first book you ever finished?”  That was The Starburst Conspiracy, soon to be published on Amazon.

It also led to a few more discoveries, including a book I had forgotten I’d written. And all of the short stories I’d written when at university.

The interview is proceeding.

The memories it is bringing about my earliest forays into the world of writing are priceless.

The story behind the story: A Case of Working With the Jones Brothers

To write a private detective serial has always been one of the items at the top of my to-do list, though trying to write novels and a serial, as well as a blog, and maintain a social media presence, well, you get the idea.

But I made it happen, from a bunch of episodes I wrote a long, long time ago, used these to start it, and then continue on, then as now, never having much of an idea where it was going to end up, or how long it would take to tell the story.

That, I think is the joy of ad hoc writing, even you, as the author, have as much idea of where it’s going as the reader does.

It’s basically been in the mill since 1990, and although I finished it last year, it looks like the beginning to end will have taken exactly 30 years.  Had you asked me 30 years ago if I’d ever get it finished, the answer would be maybe?

My private detective, Harry Walthenson

I’d like to say he’s from that great literary mold of Sam Spade, or Mickey Spillane, or Phillip Marlow, but he’s not.

But, I’ve watched Humphrey Bogart play Sam Spade with much interest, and modelled Harry and his office on it.  Similarly, I’ve watched Robert Micham play Phillip Marlow with great panache, if not detachment, and added a bit of him to the mix.

Other characters come into play, and all of them, no matter what period they’re from, always seem larger than life.  I’m not above stealing a little of Mary Astor, Peter Lorre or Sidney Greenstreet, to breathe life into beguiling women and dangerous men alike.

Then there’s the title, like

The Case of the Unintentional Mummy – this has so many meanings in so many contexts, though I imagine that back in Hollywood in the ’30s and ’40s, this would be excellent fodder for Abbott and Costello

The Case of the Three-Legged Dog – Yes, I suspect there may be a few real-life dogs with three legs, but this plot would involve something more sinister.  And if made out of plaster, yes, they’re always something else inside.

But for mine, to begin with, it was “The Case of the …”, because I had no idea what the case was going to be about, well, I did, but not specifically.

Then I liked the idea of calling it “The Case of the Brother’s Revenge” because I began to have a notion there was a brother no one knew about, but that’s stuff for other stories, not mine, so then went the way of the others.

Now it’s called ‘A Case of Working With the Jones Brothers’, finished the first three drafts, and at the editor for the last.

I have high hopes of publishing it in early 2021.  It even has a cover.

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Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Vaduz

The Road‑Less‑Travelled in Vaduz: 5 Hidden Gems Worth Exploring

Vaduz may be tiny, but it’s brimming with surprises for the curious traveller. While most visitors gravitate toward the iconic castle, the state museum, and the glittering shopping street, the capital of Liechtenstein has a quieter side that rewards those who wander off the main postcard route. Below are my five favourite “off‑the‑beaten‑path” experiences – perfect for a day (or a few hours) when you crave something a little different.

1. Stroll the “Kunstweg” – Vaduz’s Secret Art Trail

Why it’s special

Tucked between the historic centre and the foothills of the Alps, a short footpath leads you past a series of contemporary sculptures and mural‑covered walls that most guidebooks skip. Each piece is curated by the tiny but vibrant Kunstverein Liechtenstein (Art Association) and changes seasonally, so you’ll never see the same lineup twice.

What to look for

  • The “Glass Feather” – a translucent installation that refracts sunlight into a rainbow on the riverbank.
  • “Echoes of the Alps” – a series of bronze panels that play faint Alpine wind sounds when you step close.
  • Hidden mural on a back‑alley building, painted by a local graffiti collective, depicting a mythic Liechtensteinic dragon.

Tips

  • Bring a small notebook – the artists love hearing visitors’ thoughts, and a quick sketch can become a souvenir.
  • Go early in the morning; the light makes the glass installations sparkle like gems.

2. Taste the “Heidi‑Style” Alpine Farmstead Café

Why it’s special

While the capital’s cafés cater to tourists, a family‑run farmstead just outside the city gates (about a 10‑minute walk) serves authentic, farm‑to‑table dishes in a rustic barn setting. Think cheese‑fondue made from the farm’s own alps‑milk, freshly baked “Vaterspaß” rye rolls, and a secret herb‑infused jam that locals swear is the best thing since the invention of the internet.

What to order

  • Schlössli Cheese Fondue – a blend of Gruyère, Emmental, and a pinch of local mountain herbs.
  • Kaiserschmarrn à la Vaduz – fluffy shredded pancake served with apple‑compote made from the orchard behind the café.
  • “Alpine Whisper” Liqueur – a house‑made apricot spirit you can sip on the terrace while watching the goats graze.

Tips

  • Sit on the hay‑straw benches for the full farm‑feeling experience.
  • Ask the owner, Marta, for a quick tour of the cheese‑aging cellar – it’s a 5‑minute walk in the back, and she loves sharing the process.

3. Explore the “Mysterious Underground Vaults” of the Old Customs House

Why it’s special

Behind the sleek, modern façade of the customs office lies a network of vaulted stone chambers built in the 18th century to store smuggled goods and precious metals. The city council now opens them for guided “Night‑Whisper” tours, featuring low‑light lanterns, storytelling, and a taste of historic Liechtensteinian spirits.

Highlights

  • The “Silversmith’s Chamber” – where clandestine metalwork took place.
  • The “Map Room” – a dusty wall of hand‑drawn cartography showing secret Alpine passes used by traders.
  • The “Wine Cellar of the Count” – still contains a few bottles of 1913 Riesling, preserved in perfect condition.

Tips

  • Book at least 48 hours in advance; the tours are limited to ten participants.
  • Wear comfortable shoes – the stone steps can be slippery when the lanterns are lit.

4. Bike the “Rheintal Loop” – A Scenic Ride the Locals Call “The Green Ribbon”

Why it’s special

Most visitors see Vaduz from a car window or a train seat, but the Rheintal Loop offers a 25‑km bicycle circuit that winds along the calm banks of the Rhine, climbs through pine‑scented hills, and passes tiny hamlets where children still wave from their doorsteps. It’s a perfect blend of nature, history, and quiet village life.

Must‑see stops

  • The ancient Roman bridge in Nendeln – a stone arch spanning the river, still in use today.
  • Kleinwalsertal viewpoint – a small plateau with a panoramic bench offering a 180° view of the Alps and the valley below.
  • The “Butterfly Meadow” near Schaan – a meadow packed with native wildflowers, especially vibrant in late June.

Tips

  • Rent a hybrid bike from the “Alpine Cycle Co.” on Helvetiaplatz – they provide helmets, a waterproof map, and a complimentary energy bar.
  • Pack a lightweight rain jacket; weather in the Alps can shift in a heartbeat.

5. Attend a “Silent Film Night” at the Old Town Cinema (Kinemathek)

Why it’s special

The tiny, Art‑Deco cinema on the corner of Gassnerstrasse shows an eclectic mix of classic silent movies, local experimental shorts, and occasional live piano accompaniment. The venue is intimate (just 50 seats), and the décor retains its 1920s charm: velvet curtains, brass sconces, and a historic popcorn machine that still whirs like a miniature steam engine.

Upcoming shows (as of 2025)

  • “The Prince of the Valley” – a 1923 Liechtensteinic drama about a young aristocrat who renounces his title to become a shepherd.
  • “Alpine Echoes” – a modern short film series filmed entirely on a smartphone by local students, depicting the lives of mountain rescue dogs.
  • “Live Piano Night” – a concert where pianist Miriam Keller plays original scores while the audience watches classic Buster Keaton reels.

Tips

  • Arrive early to snag a seat by the wall; the acoustics are best there.
  • Grab a cup of “Müesli Latte” from the café downstairs – it’s a warm milk drink with toasted oat flakes and a dash of cinnamon.

Bonus: How to Weave These Gems Into a Perfect Day

TimeActivityReason
08:00Breakfast at the Alpine Farmstead CaféFresh, local fare to fuel your adventure
09:30Walk the KunstwegGentle warm‑up while soaking in art & light
11:00Bike the Rheintal Loop (first half)Scenic ride & gentle hill climbs
13:00Picnic lunch (grab a cheese platter from the farmstead)Picnic by the river – pure bliss
14:30Underground Vaults tourDive into Vaduz’s secret past
16:30Continue the Loop (second half)Return via a different side, spotting hidden villages
18:30Evening coffee at the Old Town Cinema caféRelax before the film
19:30Silent Film NightEnd the day with nostalgic magic

Final Thoughts

Vaduz may wear a crown of polished tourism, but underneath lies a tapestry of quiet corners, local traditions, and hidden stories waiting for the inquisitive traveller. Whether you’re an art lover, a foodie, a history buff, a cyclist, or a cinephile, these five off‑the‑beaten‑path experiences will let you see a side of the capital that most guidebooks overlook.

So next time you wander into this Alpine jewel, stray from the usual map, ask a local for a secret, and let Vaduz’s quieter rhythms surprise you.

Ready to explore? Pack your walking shoes, a sense of adventure, and maybe a notebook for those spontaneous sketches – Vaduz’s hidden treasures are just a few steps away.

Happy travels!