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Month: July 2017

Beautiful beeches

Beautiful beeches

The Oldies did manage to drag themselves away from the spring waters and wine cellars of Eger in the end. With the temperatures remaining in the mid to high thirties, His Lordship suggested we head for the hills and go for a drive amongst the vineyards. Great. After Tokaji, we are in the best-known wine growing region of Hungary. But do you think His Lordship managed to find as much as a single grape? No prizes for guessing the answer…

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Bull’s blood and hot springs

Bull’s blood and hot springs

We’ve left the Danube far behind us, but we are still in the Hungarian hills. In fact, my owners have sniffed out a wine-growing area. Our new home for the next few days is the town of Eger, home of the ‘Eger Bull’s Blood’ and the Oldies have even managed to find a campsite directly in the ‘Valley of the Beautiful Woman’ with its 200-odd wine cellars. It is just as well that it is within walking distance of the…

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Never a boring moment

Never a boring moment

We went potholing, I mean, touring in the car again the other day, this time stopping off to visit Visegrád. The outstanding landmark of this quaint town on the banks of the Danube is a medieval castle on the hill overlooking the bend or knee of the Danube. His Lordship had intended us all to hike up from the town centre to the castle known as Fellegvár, meaning Cloud Castle. Her Ladyship took one look at the steep incline and…

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Green Danube Waltz

Green Danube Waltz

Who said Hungary is flat? Alps they ain’t, but the soft, rolling hills of north western Hungary were a most pleasant surprise for me. We are weaving our way eastwards along the Slovakian border, our first stop being Dömös where we have found a great campsite directly on the banks of the Danube. Yet another myth can be dispelled immediately. Like any great body of water, and believe me, this is a great body – it’s huge – the Danube…

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A small town in Austria

A small town in Austria

That trip to Portugal wasn’t near long enough! I tried to hide from Her Ladyship in this cactus plant, but in spite of the spikes, she dug me out of it and dragged me back to Austria. Foiled again! I will never admit it to Herself of course, but even though it breaks my heart every time I have to leave the seaside, it is always a pleasure to come home to beautiful Stryia and our hometown of Weiz, tucked…

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