So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria, God and life, teaching and gardening plus the occasional cow


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I’M BACK!

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While there have been weekly posts for the past few months, they were all written and posted in October on the timer!  So what have I been up to?

I taught my annual English course for nine weeks until December 2nd.

On December 4th we set off for the UK in our Panda, with Swingle riding shotgun on the back seat.

December 7th, we took Eurotunnel and arrived in a murky UK.

We spent six days with Dave’s family, two with our friends in New Milton, three with my brother in Somerset, and then ten days with our son and his wife in Wareham.  CHRISTMAS!

Then on December 27th we went through the tunnel again and on the 30th arrived home.

New Year with our eyes firmly closed until the village siren went off.

Days spent sorting out my new job in St Margarethen, paperwork, catching up with friends, eating chocolate…..I haven’t had time to get depressed or sad, much to Dave’s relief as he doesn’t want another dog!

Next week I’m off to St Wolfgang to begin my training as a librarian.

Then maybe when I get back, I will finally have enough time to write about all of our adventures!


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Happy New Year!

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As this post goes out, we should be just back from out trip to the UK, we’ll probably be celebrating with our eyes shut!

But to all read this, a Happy New Year!


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Happy Christmas!

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A blessed and wonderful day to all who follow my blog personally, or on Facebook!  Maybe take a minute to remember just whose Birthday we are celebrating!!!!  Anna and Swingle!


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Ducks and Fish

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On the river Mur in Murau in late September


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Envy

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I often go with Swingle in the early morning to Elke’s farmhouse which is about 15 minutes walk away. This shot in September was so cold and romantic!  I’ve told her I envy her the farm and I think she kind of likes that!

Her dog, Lea as I’ve said, is Swingles second most favourite play friend and boy do they run and tussle and tire themselves out! It suits Elke and I as we get our dogs tired for little effort apart from a quick run in the woods!! In the summer we had Elke’s kids with us and that caused all sort of fun, but now they’re back to school.

But my point of this post is to tell you about the first few seconds I step through the door. The ground floor is the old living accommodation which adjoins the cowstall, but Elke lives on the first floor that goes to the haybarn. As you step in, there’s the most wonderful perfume of cows, hay, dung (!), people, boots, cooking. It takes me back to farm I worked on in Switzerland, and it fills me with nostalgia and love of being able to live in a working, living farmhouse.  Envy.


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I’m allowed to boast!

 

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It’s probably too small to read, but if you click on it, it should get bigger!  It’s my daughter,who ran her first marathon this year encouraging other people to run. This is the girl who thought she had asthma when she couldn’t run around the school sports field when she was about 12!!   And she wont see this as its not going on FB, so I can fully indulge in maternal pride!!!!!!!


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Getting carried away!

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September

I may have mentioned that we’re in the UK this Christmas and its been on my mind all the year around.  I had spoken to our son and wife about if we could stay and that was OK. Then I was thinking about our drive over and started looking at the ferries. The Cherbourg crossing means Swingle will have to stay in the car, so it wont be that route, couldn’t leave her that long! We can go to Dunkirk/Calais for an hours crossing, which isn’t so long to leave her, or the tunnel, which costs about three times as much!!!

Then I got in a discussion with my daughter in law and breezed on about being over during the first week in December. She seemed a bit odd about it, so I sent an email to them both. George replied, um, we were just expecting you for Christmas.

I was devasted, as I realised that I had been so carried away with mz own need to see them and have lost my ability to communicate, I’ve been so wrapped up in my own self. A little part of me also said, well they haven’t bothered to come here for come to see us for two years and they have had lots of holidays…..But I was so at fault, and I so miss them.

So I wrote a very sorry email and had to wait two days till he replied that he had night shifts the first two weeks. Could understand that, so have said could we arrive the weekend before, am waiting for a reply………

PS All was Ok, due there there weekend before Christmas, phew!