Writing about whatever comes to mind
What started as a simple WordPress blog chronicling the renovation of a flat in Budapest has grown legs.
I had no plan for it, other than to keep interested parties around the world informed of what I was up to. My postage budget had been diverted to paint and time was in short supply; blogging seemed an efficient way to stay in touch.
Thirteen years later, it is an intrinsic part of what I do. I write about life in Hungary, the country in which I finally got to unpack my bottom drawer.
I write about my travels, about music, food, spirituality, politics, life, death, cemeteries. I write about whatever comes to mind. There is no plan.
If you’ve just found me, welcome to a work in progress. Feel free to engage, to comment, to add to what I’ve written. Let’s chat.
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My most recent posts
2023 Grateful 28: Is it a poppy or a poppy?
A field of poppies, I said. Red and purple. I’ll take you to see them. I said it in Hungarian though. Piros és lila mák.
2023 Grateful 29: Dublin pubs
There’s a certain something about the older generation of Dublin pubs that has a magic all of its own. The nooks. The crannies. The sheen
2023 Grateful 30: Falusi vendégasztal
Today was a good day in the village. Coming back from a long walk to the open day at the Buffalo Reserve, I walked by
Out of seasand and the air
I’m a firm believer in old souls and past lives. Some of us – not all of us, but some of us – have been