I’m sure that would have been the original version of Wordsworth’s poem – especially if he’d written it in Switzerland.
On our way back down from the stunning Mt Titlis, we jumped off the cablecar at the mountain lake of Trübsee to walk the rest of the way back down to Engelbert (and yes, downhill walking is weirdly harder on the legs and knees than going uphill).
Along the way, the cow-studded hills were literally alive with the sound of … cowbells.
Whether they’re walking or grazing, chewing their cuds or flicking off flies, those bells are full-on ding-dang-dong.
It probably sends them a tiny bit mad, but it’s certainly music to our ears as we make our way down the mountain. Just a brilliant way to spend a few hours in Switzerland…