Rome, Lago di Bracciano & Sutri

Just before the big wedding event, Mike and I found ourselves hightailing it down to Rome, to meet for a day, our dearest friends, who had come from Hong Kong for the wedding, but were first going to sojourn for a week in Rome and Sicily. Already autumn had struck our mountain area, but RomeContinue reading “Rome, Lago di Bracciano & Sutri”

The real Wedding

Crossefisso, Monti di Villa, drawing by Brian Nunan, Jake’s grandfather. In September our young lovers will be re-wed under the roof of the church and in the company of many of the people they love best in the world. In the woods, on a little mulo track between Pieve di Monti di Villa and MontiContinue reading “The real Wedding”

A day on the Vespa

Thursday we took off for the day to Pietrasanta on our little Vespa. The mission, to check out the market, to meet Sollai there and to hit the beach. Yay. The Vespa is such a cuddly little thing. We cling closely together which is great because the morning is cool, as if autumn had alreadyContinue reading “A day on the Vespa”

Prato Fiorito. Field of flowers.

Prato Fiorito. Field of flowers. So beautiful. A big round bald mountain of green grass and thousands of little flowers, set in the ragged range of the Appenines. You sit up there, after some very good heart exercise climbing a little goat track to its peak, with this wonderful uninterrupted view of the world. WeContinue reading “Prato Fiorito. Field of flowers.”

The bohemian

Sunday evening we went down to Pietrasanta to deliver Sollai back to his studio after he had a weekend walking in the mountains. Sollai in his usual generous and egalitarian way, invited us for dinner and extended the invitation to friends of ours as well as to Jacob and Jaqueline and her sister who wereContinue reading “The bohemian”

A Night in the Mountains

Saturday night we stayed up in our wee cottage in Pieve di Monti di Villa. It was so beautiful. The silence was penetrating, going deep into our bones, so that after a full on week, we could feel the tiredness seeping through us, at last our bodies allowed to rest. It was so lovely toContinue reading “A Night in the Mountains”

The Cycle of Life

Summer is so beautiful at night.  All the little children are out in the park, too hot to sleep, running around the old pine trees, gentle voices murmuring on the terraces, the seagulls calling, still restless, making this mountain valley sound like the seaside.  We are back from our passegiata, the old paper factory hissingContinue reading “The Cycle of Life”

A celebration of life on the river bank

Overhead, on the verandah, Sollai is cementing the patch work of canals made for recent wires and plumbing, cheerful and gung ho, cement is flying from his flailing spatula. The garden is water ridden and the river is swollen and brown, but today the sun is shining and we pull the geraniums back out ontoContinue reading “A celebration of life on the river bank”

A day in the studio

Today is the 21st June and the weather is unseasonably cold and wet. People have lost their lives in the floods in Provence. We were just there picking up our youngest son, Sollai, from the airport in Nice. It rained so hard that we were completely drenched in seconds while walking on the Boulevard DesContinue reading “A day in the studio”

A night at Paolo’s

info We spent half a day in the studio and half a day helping Jacob paint rooms and strip layers of linoleum and carpet, all glued down, from a beautiful 19th century tiled terrazzo floor. The old lady has left her apartment, too old now and unwell, to care for herself. Our apartment is oursContinue reading “A night at Paolo’s”