Keszthely, pronounced Kesthay

A long run down the 72km Lake Balaton, a continuous holiday resort.

Julius, our train companion, keen to use English. Kept popping in from the next compartment to tell us more about his Hungary. he was returning to his village on the Croatian border after a trip to healing springs for his knees.
He was sorry Hungary ended up so small.  This has been a common theme about the present borders in each of the countries.

The tame hoodie at the fishing place on the lakeside.  Helped itself from the bait, and crouched by the fisherman's chair waiting to be stroked.

Greylag and tree sparrows

Goldfinch










                                                                        The bridge to the island, lovely woods and waterways.

This hide was two rooms of cut logs. How would you like to make this with your firewood, Toby?

Lakeside and Castle (on volcanic plug)

                              

                                                                                                                                                                                 Our shady picnic spot and what will happen to it soon. No little family groups turning the hay with pitchforks here. All modern, a very productive countryside.

   The Dog Jeles, whom Janos claimed as a kelpie, his Australian dog.

Our little train, the first of 4 for the day.

Not our train, but one of several historics.