Friday Fun: Chalets with Gardens

I’ve not given you much in the way of holiday destinations and escapism with my #WITMonth reading so far, so let me make it up to you. What if you crave a cosy garden AND untamed nature just a little further on? Well, you could do worse than snap up one of these charming little (little?) chalets around the world.

The river just below you, the forest behind you… not much room for a garden, you might think, but there is one (or at least a decking) to the side. Ideal for fishing. Aspen, Colorado, from Aspen Trout Guide.
The quintessential Swiss chalet, with its incredible window boxes. From Swiss House.
Landscaped garden in this offering from Bonin Architects. And well isolated from any nosy neighbours.
Another classic view in the Dolomites, with a sunny pasture to the front for your four-legged friends, from Casa Italia.
The Nokochi – Sanso Villa near Kyoto is particularly beautiful in autumn.
Best for last, I want to instantly move to this beautiful jewel in Romania. From Decoist.

Flash Fiction: Understatement

A fun little Sunday read for you. I’m thinking of starting a once-a-month Lazy Sunday read series with flash fiction. Just for the sake of writing something different.

A great crime writer had once shared tips for the perfect murder at a conference.  All Camille had done was tweak a few details. There were no coastal walks in her area, so she had to improvise with glaciers. He was too vain to use hardcore winter gear, not vain enough to never go out on winter walks. She had carefully drained the batteries of both his mobile phones.  He never checked. No hardship disabling the avalanche tracker on his ski-jacket – he had never given her sufficient credit for a scientific mind.

It was not science she detested, only his relentless droning about it.

‘With his height and weight, you were very lucky not to get pulled in after him, Madame.’ The Salvamont rescue team told her.

Luck had nothing to do with it, but Camille nodded, gulping the hot, sweet liquid gratefully.

‘He always told me I was hopeless at knots… little did I think…’

Glacier crevice, from
Glacier crevice, from