Randa is possibly the perfect Swiss village cliché; whenever we visit, we're the only ones in sight, even though we are surrounded by homes and cars where people reside.
Here, you'll also find some of the oldest wooden huts around, once used for storing farm tools and animals. Now though, they remain a part of the rich history of the place and add to the bucolic surroundings.
En route to Zermatt you'll find yourself passing by many rivers, streams and lakes - making every photograph postcard-worthy.
|I'm wearing: Top - Zara, shorts - Topshop, sunglasses - Ray Ban. Jess is wearing: Top and shorts - both Topshop, sunglasses - Ray Ban|
Framed by a sea of green from grassy meadows and bushy trees, we nestled our bottoms for a little while.
Now all that walking deserves some well-earned, down right good food. Back in Zermatt, we walked up to Cervo Hotel and ordered some of their specialties; Parmesan and truffle fries, cheesy nuggets with apricot sauce and iced drinks from coffee to elderflower lemonade.
I adore Cervo. It's a wonderfully chic mountain resort hotel, and in fact hosted a Jimmy Choo moonboot launch a few months ago, making it an all the more glamourous environment. But there's nothing too pretentious or stuffy about this place; it's rustic, welcoming and while very established, it feels quaint and calm.
It also happens to be Swiss National Day! Zermatt is saturated in red and white when it comes to this momentous occasion, with flags and lanterns cropping up in every corner. The town puts on wonderful celebrations come evening and our hotel does it exceptionally well year after year with endless glasses of bubbly and nibbles on the terrace before settling us in for our evening meal.
So we popped back to our hotel to scrub up, slip into dazzling numbers and douse our British selves in Swiss patriotism.
|I'm wearing: Dress - Topshop, bag - Whistles, shoes - New Look. Jess is wearing: Culottes and top - Topshop, shoes - Dorothy Perkins|
After a beautiful meal, it's then time for the fireworks. The echo of the boom that shudders in the mountains is something I will never forget, and a noise which forever reminds me of bliss memories. As a spectrum of colours fell like rain before my eyes, I couldn't help but dream of an eternal holiday in Zermatt, never to return home.
Have you visited Switzerland before? If so, what part?