Ah, the joys of taking the train with a 4yo is that they are capable of slamming windows open and shut, repeatedly, with passionate belief in the importance of the window being opened and closed almost simultaneously. Like the Stuffer and Maria and Herr von der Witt all rolled into one.
I think as close as we have got to near-death experiences was a very short venture up a proper mountain path - you know, the sort which is about a foot wide with a steep drop on one side which proves almost magnetic to a small child. Luckily neither of us fell as I didn't spy any handsome doctors in the vicinity. We almost walked straight into some cows on the mountain later on, who stared us off in what felt like a menacing fashion, but probably that's the warped perspective of city-dwellers, and again, no handy doctors.
Argh, I want to stay here forever. Anyway, I need to come back again, not only to walk properly around the lake but also to visit Mayrhofen and most importantly the Stubai glacier.
What's the appeal of Eustacia, Cheddar? It was one I deliberately tracked down as a child simply because it was a glorious name, and obviously the Stubai thing is quintessential Tyrol CS (and probably the best example of it, as it ticks all the boxes - extreme weather, injury, convenient hut, onion soup etc), but I can't help finding the very firm morality rather offputting, and it rather jars to hear EBD explicitly disliking a (recently bereaved!) child, as she does Eustacia prior to her CS transformation. Those are both v adult criticisms, I realise. I am sure I liked it as a child although my only real memory is of the eagerness to find it because of her name. 