
2023 Grateful 14: Laura Ingalls Wilder
Some years ago, while on a road trip in the USA, we visited the town of Walnut Grove, the home of Laura Ingalls Wilder, of
Some years ago, while on a road trip in the USA, we visited the town of Walnut Grove, the home of Laura Ingalls Wilder, of
I’ve driven the road from the village to Sármellék and on to Balatonszentgyörgy often enough to comment repeatedly on the dead trees and reed fields
Where has the summer gone? Is it my imagination or is time flying by ever so quickly, much quicker than years ago when it seemed
My geography is terrible. My Hungarian geography is particularly bad. Add that to a horrible sense of direction and the countless times I’ve gotten lost
I have an aversion to debt. The thoughts of having a mortgage brings me out in a cold sweat. And I know that if I
As the temperatures soar, my levels of tolerance drop. There is a direct correlation between how hot it is and what sort of mood I’m
Last weekend, I did what hundreds, if not thousands, or indeed hundreds of thousands of Budapest city dwellers do every Sunday in the summer –
‘Do you mind me asking how old you are? he said. ‘How old do you think?’ I replied. ‘I can’t see how you could be
This weekend, driving around the Balaton, I was mesmerised, not by the lake or the vineyards but by the grass verges on the roadside. Column
I was born with a limited supply of patience and I live in fear of it running out before I die. So I ration it.