A Way? To Florence..
Apr10

A Way? To Florence..

You could say we have arrived in Tuscany, even though we crossed the border back in the mountains. Whereas it has been built up, busy and working, the scenery is now gentle hills, random collections of pencil like cypress trees punctuating olive groves and ancient buildings. This is romantic Tuscany. We are staying in a great hill top monastery in a village called San Miniato, Florence without the tourists. We have a day extra to kill...

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Italian Mayors
Apr02

Italian Mayors

Knock knock. In he comes anyway. Someone just knocked on Ellen's door, opened it and then scarpered when she said hello. Naturally Ellen was scared and wanted me to sleep in the same room as her. To set the scene. We are in a monastery, rather a huge edifice. With at least 70 or 80 separate rooms and two Benedictine cappuchine monks in sole charge. It is situated overlooking the charmingly ancient town of Pontremoli (trembling...

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Seven days
Mar25

Seven days

We have walked seven days without a break. Bland vistas, long straight paths, ditches carved out with mathematical precision surrounding exactly squared fields. Rectangular plots planted with poplars. The only deviancies are the quiet villages. Interspersing the sound of our plodding feet are the squeaks of lapwings, egret and heron screeches plus long discussions about whatever we've been reading. The constant walking has a...

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Flat lands.
Mar23

Flat lands.

Just finished our 6th day of walking. Flat would describe the underfoot conditions pretty well, although some minor hillocks have been introduced to the mix of paddy, farms, towns and enormous factories. I’ve just been informed that Ellen’s feet are improving. Despite Ellen’s murmurings that a restaurant was nearby, I insisted that turning left out of our abode tonight would lead to food. The mighty extra three mile...

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Flat Earth
Mar20

Flat Earth

If an Italian ever tells you something is flat, check he doesn't come from the Po valley. If he does then he will certainly know a thing or two about flat. I half expect to walk past the headquarters of the flat earth society. The highest we have been is our second floor hotel room. We have two more flat days to go. We spend our days lazily meandering around huge paddy fields. Dotted about are industrially sized farms, islands of...

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Sore feet
Mar19

Sore feet

Paul has been asking me how many sore bits I have, I can't think why he wants to know- it's not as if I would ever go on about ailments. But I am aching and swelling in about five regions including of course, feet. Giant blisters have erupted and we have walked for only two days. Meanwhile Paul is gliding on his amazing new footwear like Jesus on water, and he doesn't have a single sore bit! This region around Milan is...

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