Mountain Hound to SeaDog

Not set in Magura, but news from a Magura graduate. This is Bertie on sofas… Easter in Wales with my family – and Bertie – who was the star of the weekend.

 

He was brilliant with everyone, especially the kids, who fell completely in love with him within the first nano-second.

Then we went to see friends with dogs, and went for a walk to the sea. It was the happiest hour of Bertie’s life, to date. First there were large open fields, full of skylarks. Bertie – Vicki yelling at him to come back – hurled himself after larks which rocketed up from the spring wheat, drawing him at full pelt across the furrows.

Then… there was the sea. A mountain dog from Central Europe, Bertie flung himself into the salty Bristol Channel as though he were a born seadog. His new friends Bruiser and Button joined in too, and the humans stood and admired their energy.

Sopping wet and deliriously happy, Bertie came flying up to me as if to say thanks for introducing him to this liquid heaven – before he galloped back down for another soaking race along the strand.

Vicki put him back on the lead to thwart any more larking about, and we headed back for warmth and a rub dry for the dogs, crab salad for us.

Spring has very definitely sprung

We’ve just had Easter here, and this week the usual greetings of ‘hello’, good morning’ etc have given way to the exchange “Cristos a înviat” (Christ has risen) to which the response is ‘Adeverat a înviat”  (truly he is risen).

The cherry blossom is over, and the apple blossom is fully out; dandelions carpet the new spring grass meadows, and violets hide under new yarrow leaves.

Spring lamb, Magura Transylvania, Romania, mountains, Carpathians, Easter

A Magura lamb in clover

Some of the lambs have disappeared, becoming Paschal feasts on Sunday morning after the long Lent fast. The village flock of sheep has gone up to the high pastures for the summer, and the cows will go this week, leaving the village meadows uneaten to become sweet nutrient-rich hay for the long winter.

Thunderstorms threaten after warm mornings – Magura temperatures reached an unusual 30°C on 1st May, normally what you’d expect in July and August. But the air is so fresh that the heat doesn’t sap your energy, and it’s easy to sleep through the cool nights.

Don’t wait for summer – now is my favourite time of year in Magura, and perfect for walking in the brilliant green beech forests.