A place of unearthly beauty, this part of Europe. Transylvania is NOT a fictional setting dreamed up by Bram Stoker, but a province of Romania, full of mountains, unspoilt forests, lakes and wildflower meadows.
This picture was taken as the sun set, looking back down the pass to the nearest town, Zarnesti. My village, Magura, is 1,200 metres above sea level (about the height of Ben Nevis), and that altitude, and being about the same latitude as the south of France, the climate is rather like West Sussex of the 1960s when we had proper weather and defined seasons. Magura, at the moment, is under a metre of snow; spring happens fast, and summers are like the best English summers, hot but not sticky, and the village is too high for mosquitoes (huzzah!!).
Lots more photos to come, and tall tales.
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