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.

On structure, gaps, and COVID

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Back in the early COVID days, I was chatting to a mate who was…

2020 Grateful 3: Revelling in the rural

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I was born into a city. I might have been about 2 when we moved…

2020 Grateful 15: As ghoulish as it gets

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There one old lady in our village who's never seen outside without…

2020 Grateful 24: Storm damage

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We had a doozy of a storm here the other night. It hit Zala county…

2020 Grateful 25: Ain't life a peach?

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Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation…

2020 Grateful 31: Kisrabló

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There's a battle of wills going on in our house. Occasionally…

2020 Grateful 34: A different view

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It's been a while, thank God, since I've felt the black cloud…

2020 Grateful 42: Memories of Rabbitt Carter

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Walking down the village to mass yesterday, I noticed three women…

2019 Grateful 2: Lesson from the Bishop

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The pessimist in me says that it had to happen sometime. My love…