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Cats, feral and otherwise

January 25, 2016 Leave a comment
Completely unfased

Completely unfased

On the way down to Valtopina today I saw evidence that the cat-feeder had been there.

I’ve seen him in action sometimes, crouching, long grey hair in a ponytail down his back as he spreads a feast for the feral cats of the area.

Today it was pieces of meat – great strips and hunks at least three-quarters fat.

When I passed, there was one cat and the dog from the house opposite tucking in.

Feral cats are quite a phenomenon round here. In the nearby city of Foligno there’s a road up to a monastery frequented by a large population of cats of every colour and description, likewise fed by eccentrics.

The handsome cat in the photo doesn’t have the timid feral look to it at all as it basks against a garage door a bit further down in the valley. I took more than one shot and so was able to verify that it didn’t move a muscle even faced with Taylor straining on his lead to get to it.

Short and not especially sweet

May 17, 2013 5 comments
Long and not especially sweet

Long and not especially sweet

This morning in the fruit and vegetable wholesalers in Foligno  I heard voices speaking English.

English English, not even American English (no offence).

The voices were coming from a couple about my age, I suppose.

I was choosing carrots when the wife came quite near me. “Are you English?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Me, too,” I said, beaming at her.

That was the end of the conversation.

I think she might have smiled vaguely in an embarrassed sort of way, but she didn’t say anything beyond that first monosyllable.

So much for ex-pats!

Detour

April 24, 2013 1 comment
A stretch of road on the detour

A stretch of road on the detour

We went to Foligno this morning and found that our usual road was still closed as a result of the landslip which happened on 2nd April.

It seems to be taking an inordinate amount of time to sort it out.

We ordered some proper exterior paint for the window surrounds, bought some fruit and veg, then headed back.

Neither of us remembered the diversion this time so we missed our short cut and were forced onto the ‘standard’ route.

It was a detour of more than half an hour which took us close to the face of towering mountains and down precipitous narrow roads between olive groves, before finally abandoning us to our own devices completely off the beaten track.

If it hadn’t been for Clive following SatNav, and me recognising the site of visits to a previous doctor and a previous vet, I reckon we’d be out there still.

The best idea would then have been to park the car, stretch out in the flowery grass of an olive grove, and eat our fruit.

Yellow

March 22, 2013 Leave a comment
Mimosa - epitome of yellow

Mimosa – epitome of yellow

You can’t get much yellower than this.

We were treated to this glorious sight when we went to Foligno this morning.

Our first port of call was the Old Hospital, where I had a physiatric appointment for my back.

I discovered they’ve instituted a new system whereby, for reasons of privacy, patients are summoned from the waiting room using a colour which designates the specialist they’re going to see, followed by the time of the appointment.

Thus in my case: Brown, 8.55.

The system was rendered somewhat pointless, however, because often the name of the specialism was called out as well as the colour.

I witnessed an amusing altercation between a nurse and a patient.

The nurse called out “Yellow,” and then various times, none of which elicited any response from among the waiting patients until a very elderly gentleman piped up and said he had an appointment at 9.40.

I’ve already told you,” scolded the nurse, “you’re Black. I’m calling Yellow.”

The gentleman grumbled to his neighbour about how he was being spoken to.

Hands on hips, the nurse vociferated: “I’m being perfectly polite but I’ve told you 3 times. You have an oculist appointment; I’m calling for something else. You’ve got Black written on your appointment paperwork.”

I can’t see to read it.”

You don’t need to because I’ve told you 3 times.

But I can’t remember anything. I’ve got no memory!

I was called by name in the end. So much for ‘Brown’.

Cherry blossom

April 6, 2012 3 comments

Durone di Cesena cherry tree

It’s not a patch on the pink cherry blossom in Japan, but still quite impressive I would say.

This is one of our two Durone di Cesena cherry trees; we planted a third cherry tree of a different sort, but I don’t know what variety it is.

There’s a place in Foligno where, every Summer, a lady sells Durone di Cesena cherries out of the back of her car. They are absolutely delicious – the best sort of cherry you could imagine. Apparently her brother has a whole orchard of nothing but cherry trees.

Our trees, however, have never had a single cherry between them. Well, I tell a lie: last year they each had a couple of deformed ones that the birds ate.

So let’s hope this is their big year.

I have a funny suspicion that it won’t be. It always seems that the weather changes just when the cherry blossom comes out. Along with apple blossom, it’s the last to open.

When I took the photo there weren’t many bees around, which might have been just because it was evening, or it might have been because they weren’t venturing out at all due to the weather.

The blossom had the most glorious scent, though. I wonder if it was my imagination, or did it actually smell like cherries?