From April 2008 until summer last year we lived in my home country, in Hungary. It was for several reasons really, but mainly so Max could go to kindie there and pick the language up (rather than just hearing it from me); to save money; and to be near my family. Then it came with the added benefits of lots of sunshine and being able to buy a house that we would never EVER be able to afford in the UK. Unless of course we win lotto or my non-existant terribly rich aunt leaves me millions of pounds. Ok, so our Hungarian house didn’t cost a million pounds. Not even close. But it was beautiful. I thought I’d share a few pictures with you.
And there you have it. A taste of what used to be ours. It really was a magical place with so much character. I hope the new owners of the house love it as much as we did!