Swiss cheese

Had a great party Saturday night in Morgins, Switzerland, followed by a Sunday promenade in the mountains nearby. It was one of those days when you get so lucky blipping, that it's difficult to choose which to publish .
In the end I chose this jolly cheese maker, who we visited in his little dairy isolated high in the mountains. His cows were spread out all over the place , so I could have shown you cows, or his cow-dog who is sent out on his own to round them up, or his chilled cheese room full of maturing cheeses, or his fat pigs which are fed on the milk residue, or our jolly band of revelers, or just the stunning mountain scenery. In the end I chose the cheese maker because he is part of a shrinking breed and because of his real enthusiasm and his engaging smile...no comments on cheesy grins, please!!