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.

2018 Grateful 23 | The annual Village Day

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

Fait accompli

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

2018 Grateful 24 | A baby came to mass

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

Sunflower Sutra

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

2018 Grateful 27

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

The give and take of time and truck

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

The ROI on ACV

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

2018 Grateful 28

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

Slowing down the aging process

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