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Rising above

December 3, 2015 Leave a comment
A thin rim of mountain about to be obliterated by mist

A thin rim of mountain about to be obliterated by mist

This morning it was brilliantly sunny. The dew was sparkling and the golden leaves swam in a blue sky.

I had to go into the valley on various errands because Clive is due to be admitted to a rehabilitation centre next week, and as I went down I sank deeper and deeper into fog.

On my return home, I broke the ceiling of the fog and popped into the sunshine, like surfacing out of a cold and murky pond.

But almost as soon as I’d parked up, I noticed that the mist was rising. The photo shows the nearest mountain just peeping out before it’s engulfed.

Then the fog reached me where I was. It was like day had turned to night in the blink of an eye. It could have been a different day; a different season. I was very glad of the blazing fire in our stove.

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A view withheld

November 16, 2015 2 comments
View over the 'magic valley'

View of the magic valley

If Clive were able to stand up and look out of the window next to him, this is what he would see:-

A valley brimming with stippled colour and dappled light, and beyond it, steep pastureland bathed in sunshine and forested mountains blue with distance.

We call it the magic valley, not without reason.

Violets are blue, rivers are green

March 31, 2013 Leave a comment
Violets with the river in the background

Violets with the river in the background

Snatching our moment between showers and storms, we went down to the River Topino, which runs through the valley below our house.

The river was a swollen torrent of opaque, greenish water.

Clive spent his time considering how he would work out the flow rate using Pooh sticks.

I walked along the bank with Galileo and found violets growing in great expanses round the boles of the poplar trees.

It was a strange contrast: the turbulence of the current and the sweet-scented delicacy of the flowers.

Seeing in the New Year

January 1, 2013 2 comments

Happy New Year

My parents always used to say that New Year’s Eve was the only night of the year they got to bed before midnight.

Well, we didn’t even manage that!

The photo is of fireworks seen from our balcony which looks down into the valley.

New Year fireworks

New Year fireworks

 

Above the mist

November 26, 2012 4 comments

Looking onto a sea of mist

It quite often happens that there’s fog below us and yet our house is sitting in brilliant sunshine.

Here it’s sunset, the first lights are pricking out, and mist is filling the valley like a white sea.

The coping of the balustrade has an ethereal lack of definition, as if it were dissolving to let whoever’s standing behind it melt into the landscape.

Simplicity is best

November 9, 2012 Leave a comment

The ‘sleeper bench’

Chokri, our Tunisian gardener (now gone to Tunisia), built this bench which I found lying around in kit form.

It consists of two logs upended and part-buried in the ground, with a length of old railway sleeper laid over the top.

It’s simplicity itself, and heavy enough to require no fixing.

Our neighbour Angelo helped Chokri lift the sleeper into place. He suggested cutting one of the logs so that it had a flat top, and taking off the end of the sleeper where it’s burnt (the builders put it on their bonfire and I made them pull it off), and nailing it here and screwing it there … all entirely unnecessary!

If you sit one way round you can see the house and anything going on in the courtyard, and if you sit the other way round you can see the far side of the valley and the wavy blue line of the Apennines.

It catches all the sunshine of the entire day, so it’s an ideal spot for winter perching!

Season of mists

October 3, 2012 Leave a comment

Lakes of mist

We got up a little earlier than usual today so the morning mist was still there when I went outside.

It was dense in the bottom of the valley and wispy over the slopes that rise out of  it.

It always makes me think of Scottish lochs, or a Chinese painting of impossible mountains and distorted aerial perspective.

We were lucky to be above it, in sunshine, but I knew it had been there earlier because there was a film of tiny beads of moisture on the roses.

Rose with droplets of mist