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Mooserwirt Madness!!!

Normally, I dedicate this blog to the pure aesthetics of fine art photography… But I must admit I have slipped from such lofty heights and succumbed to snip snappy shots on this one occasion. The reason? Ah, well that would be the annual half term skiing trip, where cameras do not mix so well with snow, skis, adrenaline, and on this occasion…., booze.

Aerobics at the Mooserwirt

Aerobics at the Mooserwirt

The place: St Anton, the time: apres-ski, the venue: the Mooserwirt, where DJ Gerhard (70+ and still a spring chicken) hits the beat with the most fantastic KrautRock you’ll ever hear. No-one can resist, as Clem so ably demonstrates above.

Fun for all the family

Fun for all the family

Charles struts his stuff

Charles struts his stuff

Rose struts her stuff too...

Rose admires her nude stirrer…

This is the place where everyone knows the words and the actions to Schwimm, Schwimm and Wir wollen die Eisbaeren sehen, yes indeed, German seems to come easily, especially when lubricated with much beer. (Should have dragged the boys here last time – they could do with some German!)

Brother & sister boogie

Brother & sister boogie

Like mother like daughter

Like mother like daughter

Happiness reigns

Happiness reigns

I’m blaming the booze for the poor quality of the photos, but they do seem to capture the spirit of the place. Speaking of alcohol – my daughter (13 going on 25) knows what she likes…

before, and...

before, and…

after!

after!

Inevitably the fine Reinheitsgebot beer has its effect and the dancing gets wilder. We should quit before it all goes too far.

Ooops, too late

Ooops, too late

Wein, Weib und Gesang...

Wein, Weib und Gesang…

 

I wonder if next year’s skiing will be as raucous? Hope so!

(Adam - pissed as a fart...) Prost!

(Adam – pissed as a fart…) Prost!

 

 

 


It’s all Greek to me…

“TOTES-AMAZE-BALLS!” said the young whippersnapper.

Well, that’s one way to describe a cocktail, and once I’d worked out that this was a compliment, I made sure I ordered myself one. After all, when in Rome…

…except this was Greece. Time for a short break, thanks to a wedding on the beach, bit of sun, swim, and touristy mayhem, to lighten an English summer.

The Happy Couple

The Happy Couple

I love a good wedding – everyone is so happy! And smiley! And that was true for this occasion, personified by the most smilingly gorgeous bride I have ever come across (apart from Mrs P, of course). The new Mrs Lock simply beamed. Happiness radiation. Doug (aka Mr Lock) is a lucky man, he will be kept forever warm by her smile.

the happy couple, being happy!

the happy couple, being happy!

Smiling is contagious (as are those cocktails)!

Smiling is contagious (as are those cocktails)!

he'll catch on when he gets older

he’ll catch on when he gets older

girls get it

girls get it

that smile didn't fade one iota the whole day...

that smile didn’t fade one iota the whole day…

But back to the Greek sayings…. Having learnt how to compliment a cocktail by a youngster we needed to introduce some language of our own (to show we weren’t too decrepit to communicate with all the twenty-somethings.) Luckily this is where having teen children, who constantly speak in jargon, is useful. So, navigating around the island in the hire car I was “on it, like a car bonnet”. Diving into the beautiful sea from the side of our boat was as delightful as “jam on toast”. I rest my case, I can talk as much utter nonsense as the rest of them….

Shipwreck beach

Shipwreck beach

The blue caves

The blue caves

lunchtime view

lunchtime view

the young ones

the young ones

Can't resist a boat on a beach...

Can’t resist a boat on a beach…

Mind you, I did have a blond moment. On a small dirt road our progress was halted by a flock of goats. “Look at the cojones on that one!” I exclaimed in shock and awe. To much mirth from the 3 ladies in the back of the car who gleefully pointed out that I was looking at a female goat and had got my anatomy mixed up…. Blond moment number two belonged to another whippersnapper. Surrounded by yet another beautiful olive grove she wondered out loud how it was that the locals extracted the olive oil from the leaves of the trees…

Fancy a game?

Fancy a game?

Our local beach

Our local beach

The best phrase of the weekend also went to one of the ladies. As the hire car struggled to get up the hill, slowing and fading fast, it was apparent that then engine couldn’t cope with the weight… “Think skinny!!!” she shouted, and amazingly, the car perked up and the engine soared. The power of positive thinking – clearly a result of all that smiling… A thought I shall hold onto as we returned from 36 degrees in Zakynthos to 16 degrees in Gatwick… Bring on the summer!

The Wedding Bower

The Wedding Bower – good luck to the Locks!