Once we had negotiated the roadworks in Salzburg the journey to Pertisau was very pleasant.  It was strange driving surrounded by mountains and I suppose these were the cause of all the traffic.  Less roads due to mountains so heavier traffic.  To get to Pertisau we drove down the mountain road to Maurach where there was a cable car to the top of Mount Rofan.  We travelled this the next day, the first time on a cable car for me, and it was good fun.  The view down from the mountain was desolate as most of the snow had gone.

View from Mount Rofan
View from Mount Rofan

We could see the edge of Lake Achensee.

In Pertisau we stayed in a very comfortable apartment on the ground floor, the Fortuna.  The family who owned and ran it were extremely friendly and we were made to feel most welcome.  Pertisau was once a small village with a  few shops, a hotel and church.  Now it is crowded with apartments for all the energetic who ski and climb mountains.  As for us, we wanted to wander around and it was great for that.  I was fascinated by the way clouds rolled around the mountains. Pertisau Cloud and Lake AchenseePertisau Clouds, mountains, lake Achensee

Mountain's edge Pertisau
Mountains’ edge
Anthony in his Tyrolean Hat
Anthony on top of Mount Rofan wearing his new Tyrolean hat.
Pertisau Marching band
What a fabulous band leader!
Pertisau Marching band 2 cropped
An amused flute player.

 As well as this natural beauty I found a tourist shop that sold hats and many fitted, some were too big!  Normally I struggle to find one to fit so I had to buy one.  In the Afternoon we drove to the cable car at the foot of Mount Rofan in Maurach.  On the way we had to stop for a band marching to the beat of a single snare drum.  I love the sound of a drum and the band looked great.  Later we were to hear them playing from the other side of the lake.  Here they were just marching amused by the Englishman with his iPhone camera.




A couple of days ago a friend asked me if I found it difficult to post my poems on the web as they often deal with personal experiences.  Her question reminded me of a great quote I read, from a conference or seminar on the meaning of art.  A questioner asked “what does art do that science and other disciplines don’t do?”  “Teaches us to feel” was the immediate and brilliant answer,  It was not a sound bite it has too much depth and gravitas so it is a quote.  I would add it also teaches us to share our feelings.  If you view my photo of a falcon on the images page I hope that you can share the thrill and wonder I felt when I saw the bird uttering voice.  It was magnificent.  I had to wait to get the shot but it is how I felt at the time.  It is the same with my poems, I write and post them because I want readers to share my experience and feel how I did.  They are, of course, often a family history which is important for different reasons. Poems that are imagined, not from personal experience also inevitably hold my feelings.  The poem Roses is an example. My mind roams from hearing a gardener’s diatribe about the difficulty of nurturing roses to Greek myth and the violent birth of a rose through rape. The answer to my friend’s question is that when I first starting writing I was nervous of exposing myself but soon realised that most people are kind and generous and interested in what is being written. It is also interesting to me to hear of others experiences and feelings, another worthwhile reason to do it.