Didn’t we have a lovely day, the day we didn’t go to Gamlitz…

As the heatwave continues, the Sommerloch is over due to a political wedding, the coalition extending the Austrian tradition of Proporz and the debris of another Kirtag, all taking place as the Curmudgeon flees the 19th district for the deep south. Continue reading Didn’t we have a lovely day, the day we didn’t go to Gamlitz…

Curmudgeon heads to the hills.

As the school year drew to an end, my wife bade a retiring colleague farewell at the end of a long teaching career, and so our thoughts turned to holidays. We’d decided to go for getting some down time, with fresh air, walks and scenery and decided to explore the Pinzgau and then come back through the Murtal. Continue reading “Curmudgeon heads to the hills.”

I’m a stranger ‘back home’

I was glad to get back to back to the comparative safety of my brother’s house in inland leafy suburbia after our trip to the Lincolnshire coast to see Elderly Aunt, a bastion of the Daily Mail reader. My brother and I are feeling remarkably chastened by the experience and to some extent are also shaken. I’m not a frequent visitor over to the UK … Continue reading I’m a stranger ‘back home’