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Why You should Consider a Summer Holiday in the Swiss Alps

Beach holidays in the Med have always been popular but holiday makers that ignore the Swiss Alps are missing a trick.

Not only is it the same sun that shines on the Mediterranean beaches as on the Swiss Alps but, instead of trash, crowds, traffic and hazzle, there is the stark contrast of the silence, space and relaxation of Europe’s highest mountains.


What I liked about Zermatt is its authenticity. It’s still a working community with the men in short woollen trousers and the women in long thick dresses of dark red wool. It’s not solely a tourist.

There are parades and festivals, singing and yodelling, squeezeboxes and zithers. These days this German-speaking town has a Portuguese community that’s 3000 strong alongside the original Zermatters (2000) and other foreigners (1000).

At the main church there’s mass at 10 for the Germans, at 4 for the Italians and at 5 for the Portuguese. This progressive harmony is similarly evident in the lack of rubbish and graffiti. There are no cars, only electric taxis and the electricity is all powered by local water.

The summer season, from mid-June to the end of September, is a third less busy than its December to April winter counter part. It took me a bit of time to adapt to the altitude but twenty yawns later and I was ready to explore. It’s all about early rising. And for the goats too who come directly through the village at 9am.

I took myself off on a hike up the mountains, along the supposed “granny trail” that turned out to be a little steeper and more arduous than I had bargained for. I was told, “It’s not the mountain we have to conquer, but ourselves”. I got the just deserts of a lunch at the perfect food stop Chez Vrony, a family-run on the Sunnegga side close by a charming 18th century chapel. And I was able to put my feet up literally on a lounger wrapped in wool as I took in the views and a local.

I was to stay at Chalet Les Anges, courtesy of Sylvia Delvaille Jones of Villas and Apartments Abroad. It’s open plan and spacious with a grand piano in the corner and it has an indoor-outdoor feel. I pulled back the curtains to see the Matterhorn towering over the town and below in the valley all the clustered charm of the Alpine chalets.


From one “peak bashing” competition to the next as Nendaz, my next destination, was similarly having a summer contest that was equally bracing and demanding. No granny trails for them.

At Nendaz I stayed at the Chalet Etoile. It’s part of the Hideaways Club, membership to which allows access to a portfolio of properties all over the world. And it’s great for kids. Many say how much their children preferred the many activities on offer to a beach holiday.

Nendaz is famed for its bisses, small irrigation canals which are still such a vital water source that it all reminded me vividly of the Jean de Florette. The years that must have gone into their construction. They also offered a refreshing dip for Kelsie a lovely huge fluffy St. Bernard who escorted me half the length of my bisse walk from the tourist office to Planchouet. Much more a “granny trail” I thought, being an hour and a bit along level paths. For those with families, I suggest the engaging qualities of trails and treasure devised by the local tourist board.

For a true dining out treat I highly recommend the passionate creations of chef Loris Lathion and sommelier Romain Arnaud at Le Mont-Rouge. Loris is known also for his variety. “If I have to do the same thing for too long, I go crazy” he says. “That is why I change my menu at least six times a year”.

I watched other enthusiasts and found the mountain dwellers very infectious. They are unbelievably. I met two people who as a matter of course would be awake at 5am to climb 2000 feet to the top of a peak before roller skiing back down for a day’s work.


On next to Interlaken. It’s easy to see why this tourist is so popular. It is uniquely set between two of the great mountains, the Eiger and the Jungfrau, and two of the larger Swiss lakes, the Brienzersee and Thunersee.

But the real delight of Interlaken is its “glacier milk”. This beautiful aquamarine channel of water unites the two lakes and is so stunning it deserves the following explanation. When temperatures warm up during the summer the snow on the Alps begins to melt and cascade to meet tiny particles of rock. It results in a green, cloudy appearance by the time it enters the rivers and streams and hence the name ‘glacier milk’, a type of blue that I had only ever witnessed in the seas of the South Pacific.

My final resting spot was at Interlaken’s foremost the Victoria Jungfrau. Which has a state-of-the-art Nescens Spa and is the perfect way to finish a day up the mountains.

I got to appreciate how the Alps form the backbone of Europe and to see the fairy-tale charm of the farm buildings amongst the patchwork of pasture and tilled land. It’s all green and abundant. The Swiss literally carve out their existence from the Alps. They also have developed robust, grounded, non-showy, undramatic characteristics. All formed, I felt, by the environment.

It seems so odd that people are prepared to arrive in hordes to the Mediterranean to search for their overcrowded beach holiday when for children as well as there is so much more variety and opportunities to relax in the sun, take in the fresh air and come back fully restored from a summer holiday in the Swiss Alps. Even for laggards like me!