And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance

In the spring, a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of…. hay fever. Or actually, as it is here, hazelnut pollen season poisoning. Which is a real bear normally anyway, but when, as at the moment, the temperatures suddenly shoot to sixty, drop to minus twenty, shoot to seventy…. the … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Believe It Or Not, We Are Walled Off Due To German Unity Day.

“No man is an island…” Unless you live in Gutenberg Land. Where, at the moment, Harald and I, having just gotten home from Pitlochry, washed about 16 loads of still rain-damp laundry, and having a marvelous time looking at pictures we snapped while pretending not to be tourists- fat chance … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Believe It Or Not, We Are Walled Off Due To German Unity Day.

And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.

So…Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys, Girls… (and sheep-and-grouse-herding border collies,) when we last left our intrepid travellers, Rhineland Gutenberger bred and born- well, at least they moved there some time ago, they were: struggling with boots and southwester far too large, but at least sturdy, braving a hurricane-force wind, (the locals … Continue Reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.

And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: Just Reach Through The Window To Open The Train Door, And Don’t Forget The Mechanical Chicken

Several years ago, even before the Outlander, the Highlander, and all the other ‘Kilt-dressed rolling in the heather and stabbing Englishmen and Haggis, whichever came first,’ romance figures were invented, my Robbie Burns and Ivanhoe fan of a husband and I- I’m more the Stevenson type- planned and planned how … Continue Reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: Just Reach Through The Window To Open The Train Door, And Don’t Forget The Mechanical Chicken

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Quaint Ancient Local Customs, And Not So Ancient Greek Restaurants.

Last night we went to one of those ancient historical culture phenomena, no, not Bavarian dancing in dirndl dresses and short leather pants and hat with goat’s beard, ¬†like you always see on the news, or on shows like NCIS, whose local production staff took them all the way to … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Quaint Ancient Local Customs, And Not So Ancient Greek Restaurants.