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.

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So, if I were a kid, watching Billy Elliott might make me gay?…

Slowing down the aging process

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Mulberries are a strange fruit. Thanks to Pop goes the weasel,…

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I've never thought of myself as someone who needed affirmation…

Chuffed with myself

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One of the many joys of living in the Hungarian countryside is…

Obsessive cherry disorder

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I've too much respect for those who suffer from OCD to claim…

A new addition to the family

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The Cold War between us and her-next-door has warmed to tepid.…

Going for old

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There's not much by way of night life in the village. The local…

The stories behind the cakes

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On a recon of Zala county a couple of years back, when I was…

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Up until last Saturday, my knowledge of pigeons was minimal:…