We are marshalled on the platform awaiting Europes highest non rack railway train along with the face lift woman and sundry trolls, smurffs, hobbits, dwarves, and wombles, in fact a broad cross section of the British retired classes.
The Little People chatter excitedly as the train wheels screech steel on steel with every twist of the ever climbing railway line, a monument to Swiss engineering or insanity.
They all seem happy enough snapping away at the increasingly Alpine landscape through the open windows.
Happy enough until the party is disgorged at some considerable elevation onto another platform covered in fresh snow which is now turning slushy.
"OOOH! I don't mind looking at it but not walking on it!" cries an ageing Hobbit woman, probably fearing another hip replacement.
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