It occurs to me, as I spoon into my third slice of raclette, that consuming so much food while balancing precariously on a floating, inflatable device might not be the best idea in the world. Was it Archimedes who proclaimed that enough such density will sink your boat? But somehow, this indulgent consumption of Swiss cheese – grilled over flames, drizzled over fork-perfect potato wedges, topped with pickled pineapple – seems to be floating ours. Boat, that is.
There’s Garanoir Zürichsee, a finely balanced red wine splashed into jam-jar glasses; fairy-lights glow over
