I remember visiting Grindelwald for the first time with my brother - we drove from London and camped near the foot of the Eiger for a few days, drinking the odd beer, going on the odd hike. I remember getting burned by the summer sun in a winning shorts and vest combo down in the valley on the outskirts of town, and then wrapping up warm to climb through snow drifts atop the Jungfrau only a couple of hours later. The variety and the sheer scale of the place startled me, and over the years, particularly as I started to pick up a camera, the Alps, be they Swiss or French or Austrian or whatever, have been a theme in my life.