I’m wondering as I write in advance, if this Easter will be another white one. After all Christmas was green. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. Amongst all the customs here in the Lungau, the Easter evening fires, the Church service and blessings of the Ham and cheeses in the church, trees hung with china easter eggs and of course a little Easter Chocolate, I feel we’re a small step nearer keeping the truth and wonder of Easter than in the UK. Even if the day is filled with custom, people are thinking of Jesus (although maybe in a small way), whereas in the UK its become a family festival with no meaning, oh and don’t offend those Muslims by talking about it. I know where I’d rather be.