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15 February

Posted on February 14, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

Last evening we were guests of the wonderfully hirsute Englebert and his equally hairy young Russian bride Swetlana.

We dined well on roasted Jungwildschwein, wild foraged mushrooms and red currants, a delightful repast only marred by the attentions of the one eyed servant girl who fussed around our table, her curious stare transfixed into an off putting knowing wink.

Following a glass of mein hosts apfel schnapps we decided to turn in early, after all tomorrow will be another day!

Val-deri Val-dera
My knapsack on my back.

Fawcett.

Carrying food aloft

14 February

Posted on February 13, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

In sub zero temperatures we motor on through the Austrian Alps. Hearing what can best be described as a trumpeting sound I cause to glance up and there high on the hill stands a lonely goatherd blowing on his alpine horn!
Regards, Fawcett.

Austrian Chap

 
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