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.

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…

Sunflower Sutra

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Nothing quite lifts my spirits like a field of sunflowers in…
Festetics Palace Hungary

2018 Grateful 27

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I have a newfound respect for homemakers, those who don't venture…
From the garden

The give and take of time and truck

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The village is heaving with gardens, various plots of land with…

The ROI on ACV

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In his play Lady Windemere's Fan, Oscar Wilde's character Lord…