If you’re wondering what this terrible utterance was then let me explain… When it comes to weather and work trips, I’ve always had more than my fair share of good luck. Cephalonia
, southern France
– wherever I’ve travelled, an unseasonal heatwave has followed. Which is all very well, but why did I feel the need to articulate this to a colleague? I knew as soon as the fateful words passed my lips that it would only be so long before those heavy black clouds caught up with me, and catch up with me they did in Austria’s Lake District
Stepping off the Postbus in Abersee, a tiny village resting on the shores of Wolfgangsee, I could see that I’d been right to worry. The surrounding peaks were cloaked in a thick, cloudy haze and the lake’s famously turquoise waters were distinctly off colour. Deciding the best course of action was simply to embrace my long-overdue fate, I set myself a new challenge for the week: it was all too obvious that I wouldn’t be returning to the office with photos of Austria’s sunlit peaks and glittering blue lakes, but there was nothing stopping me from capturing the country’s cakes in all their sugary glory.
So, purely in the name of work, I ate my way through one obligatory cake after another, in search of the perfect Austrian dessert – it’s not all about Strudel
, you see…