Who stole our summer?

From 34 degrees on the coast to 10 degrees in the mountains... We had the heating on for two nights and Grace caught a cold. Hope Lake Garda is better. We drove over the Grossglockner Hochaplenstrasse, 40km of twisting hairpins rising to 2500metres with fantastic views of snowcapped mountains and fat tourists photographing each other. Standard procedure upon seeing a fantastic sight: one person turns their back on it and smiles, the other peers through a 1cm window at the view to make sure it is largely obscured by the first person. Press button and leave.
Austria is completely spotless, someone must come out at night and brush the grass. The churchyard here in St Johann has a bike rack, a vending machine for candles and three recycling bins by the entrance. Cows with bells on, craggy mountains, lovely beer, quaint wooden houses covered in flowers... if only it was warm. Can´t have everything.
These photos fill in the gaps from Croatia to Slovenia, about a week ago. More to follow when I´ve copied whats on the camera to the laptop and from there onto the little thumbdrive. It almost feels like work sometimes.

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