Gimmelwald — that perfect alpine village, perched on a meadow-draped cliff facing a panoply of cut-glass peaks — is a sleepy time warp…most of the time. The cows’ owners hire cowhands to tend the herd for 100 days each summer in the high alps. Below my cow pie-scuffed shoes are the rooftops of an idyllic alpine village: Gimmelwald. Scanning the rooftops below me, I can see that this little village — normally sleepy — is a beehive of activity. Out on the front porch sits perhaps the only relaxed person in Gimmelwald: Tim, the Englishman who’s been Walter’s trusty right-hand-man for the last 20 years or so.