When I bought a house in a small village near the Kis Balaton in Western Hungary, I only ever intended it to be a weekend/holiday getaway. But village life has worked its magic and now I find it hard to leave.

Sunset at Balatonmáriafürdő

Bracing the cold in Balatonmáriafürdő

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We had it all planned. We left in plenty of time to get to the…

2018 Grateful 6 | Making the Move

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Things have been a little scatty lately. What with my recent…

2018 Grateful 15 | Meditations while oiling the garden furniture

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I've gone a whole week without doing myself damage - am impressed…

2018 Grateful 17 | Quince

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Google, there's such a thing as too much information. I had thought…

Doctor, Doctor

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Those who say that Hungarians don't have a sense of humour must…

2018 Grateful 20 | Pears

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I've always thought the word 'bounty' to be a peculiarly Protestant…

2018 Grateful 23 | The annual Village Day

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It was a no-bark, three-shirts-a-day weekend. The village dogs…

Fait accompli

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I've been a little out of sorts for the past few days. Nothing…

2018 Grateful 24 | A baby came to mass

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A strange thing happened this morning. After a night laden with…