So where's the snow?

Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog

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Tag des denkmals, update


Towards Mauterndorf

Dave and I went for a walk around Gröbendorf from Mauterndorf, and from a grey start it turned into one of those glorious blue sky days.


I drove Dave nuts with the camera.


So my original theory was that the ruin was an Smithy and a forge that was waterpowered, as I’d seen ponds  in farmhouse garden further up the road.


When we we looked, we could see they were steam fed and had never been diverted form the Turrach, so were never storage ponds for the forge.  One theory gone!


Then we walked onto the next village , Pichl, where  I thought there was an oven for smelting.


Wrong, it was a Knights Castle and was ever only a castle.


It was surrounded by the farm  of what must be a very wealthy farming  family.  This must be the poshest private chapel in Lungau!


So still no ideas of the origins of the ruin, but had a great walk!   Time Team please come and sort out!!!!

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Tag des denkmals, or Memorial day in the Lungau


This annual event always brings up something exciting to look at in Lungau and this year was no exception.


The origins of this building have been lost in time, except that it was built as a medieval tower.


Arch uncovered by the excavations when the walls were repaired.

Over the past two winters much had fallen down so this year some much need restoration has taken place – the owner said that the stairs were hanging in mid air before they were given a new wall.


It was used as a farm house in living memory and there were many reminders lying about the place as we went about.


It was also burnt at one stage, the charred ceilings till remaining.


There was some idea that it dated back to the Roman times,the village was apparently once called Grave village but no evidence has been found by the archaeologists who did a recent survey and some test digs.


Much of it was robbed out to build the local farms, and on the side by the river, apparently the ground is filled with the left over rubble.


There may be a cellar or another room at a lower level here.


Now Dave and I had our Time Team hats on and had a quick trot around the village and think we know what the origins of this wonderful building are, but we need to go and take photos to plead our case.  What do you think it’s origins are?


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Too much TV………..

Picture of a Moggy as I haven’t one of Mr Forcher!

One thing we missed when we came here was some aspects on UK television.  Being huge fans of Time Team, and that not usually available on DVD meant we missed Phil and his trowel. Austrian TV is full of American stuff, dubbed so quickly   its impossible to understand.  Some programmes we love, such as  Musikantenstadl, an Austrian version of Saturday night at the Palladium.  Klingendes Oesterriech.  Presented by Father Christmas Lookalike Sepp Forcher who presents random music groups singing and playing on the alms (we’ve never found any, so don’t know how he does!). There’s also a Home buying programme, where mostly gay folks and wannabe actors/singers pretend they want to buy a flat which usually has white walls and light laminate floors, I’m so glad to be able to watch gems such as Homes Under the Hammer again… was programmes such as a Place in the Sun which possibly triggered our move!

We resorted to DVD buying and when we go back to the UK, even enjoying the adverts.  Sad!  But the evenings are long here in the winter.  Then we suddenly found we had English channels, all of them on the satellite.  Somewhere must have switched off analog so the signal is now stronger. Admittedly when it snows or rains they flicker like mad, but we’ve ordered a signal booster.  We’ve now got about five years of repeats of our favourite programmes to catch up on.

I’ve moaned at Dave for  ages for watching Shy News, saying we don’t live there any more, put the local Tv on.  Then I caught myself watching the early evening news on BBC South.  Sally Taylor, still the same as when we left.  News that had little or no relevance to us.  I freaked out.  Where was I? Back in the UK, should I be there? Was Austria losing its hold on us?  This juxtaposition of the two worlds, being here and watching my old home felt so wrong.  I can’t explain it.  I had that awful tightening in my stomach of homesickness.  I kept telling myself, you are going back, at Easter and in May for the wedding.  Even so, I wont watch it again.


Weekly Photo Challenge;Purple

This one had me thinking,  I’ve got flowers to do on the Travel Challenge by Ailsa, so they’re ruled out, so here goes!

Ok, so it’s not entirely purple.  This is a pattern you see on a lot of the highly decorated houses in the Lungau, this is in Mauterndorf

Its called the Running dog, I’ve tried to do it myself but made a real mess of it.  It’s also on the Getreide Kasten which I’ve already blogged about. This one is at the Freilicht Museum Salzburg (Open air museum)  and is supposed to date to the 17th century. 

Some painters travelling from Rome to Salzburg paid their way by painting, maybe not a direct route and you’d expect it to me more widespread, but maybe they ran out of money in Lungau……….

More detail

However, I’ve seen this on Roman mosaics in Time Team, so reckon it dates far further back, we have at least one villa here and loads of Roman bits left lying around!  When you live in monochrome for up to five months of the year you can understand why people love to paint their houses!