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.

2019 Grateful 26: Pass the Zucchini

I'm at a loss as to how to explain to her-next-door that there…

2019 Grateful 27: Wallowing like Buffalo

It's all happening in the village today. Well, technically, it's…

2019 Grateful 32 - Édes cseresznye

Operation Cherry was a moderate success. I managed to save some…
Cherry blossom

Operation Cherry Begins

When I turn down an invitation to a lamb birthday BBQ, it's serious.…

Life-or-death decisions

Not once, but two or three or four times a day, I make life-or-death…

2019 Grateful 34: Fields of Red

I found myself explaining recently that my summer travel would…

The long way home

I'm not one for taking a walk just to walk. I do it, of course,…

The price of potatoes

When I was at home last, Boss was complaining about the price…

2019 Grateful 38

I'd been looking forward to April 18th for weeks. The first day…