Cat Meets Rat

Is it a very large mouse or a small rat? We did notice some scuffling going on in our back passage where we stored food for our two Muscovy ducks, Flip and Flop. We then saw who was doing the scuffling. Our cats were not much use at dealing with the problem. They are good at mice but this one seemed a real mouthful for them.

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We didn’t want the usual mousetrap method which does not necessarily kill the offender but leaves them with serious injuries.

Poison was no use as the cats and duck might have eaten it. Sticky paper was too ghastly to ponder on. We therefore settled for a ‘humane’ rat-trap which caught the culprit.

Cheeky, although sometimes a very aggressive cat, was not amused by our capture.

The next thing to do was to dispatch the felon to the other world before we could catch the Black Death. We could not do it ourselves so we sought help from a local who was good at dispatching larger rodents like rabbits. The only difference here was that he couldn’t make a nice pie with it. Or did he and fed it to his worst enemy I wonder?

The decisions one has to reach in country life among the Italian Apennines!

PS Ratty in that immortal book ‘The Wind in the Willows’ was a water vole.

Our one was definitely not!

JAZZ PREVIEW FOR CASTELNUOVO GARFAGNANA IAM FESTIVAL

The biggest names in classical music together with young international stars meet in Castelnuovo Garfagnana from June 22nd to July 8th 2017 for the International Academy of Music Festival.

There will be twenty concerts by some of the best international artists in the International Academy of Music Festival, an event that, since 2003, brings to the Serchio Valley some of the best chamber music interpreters and is now in its sixteenth year.

The event, sponsored by the Tuscany Region and part of the “La Toscana dei Festival” regional project, attracts yearly around two hundred musicians from all over the world to entertain Castelnuovo and the Serchio Valley, thanks to the organization of Castelnuovo di Garfagnana’s Civic School of Music.

 

OPENING JAZZ CONCERT

On Friday, June 22, the festival opens with a jazz session at 9.30 pm in Piazza Umberto I (Castelnuovo Garfagnana) with the Fresu-Bonaventura duo, a special event sponsored by Banca Mediolanum. It’s a musical dialogue with wind and brass instruments permeated by Mediterranean lyricism. Paolo Fresu and Daniele Di Bonaventura, together with the Filetta choir of the successful “Mistico Mediterraneo” project with the album of the same name, recently published by the prestigious ECM label, are here as a more intimate duo. Attracted by ethnic, classical and electronic music, the two jazz musicians present a sort of poetic distillation of the project that has long characterized their increasingly frequent performances. The duo recorded a new CD in the spring of 2015

It’s going to be a very lively concert that that fully reflects all aspects of the contemporary music scene.

Further info on the website: www.iamitalia.com

JAZZ QUARTET WITH PIERO GADDI AND FABRIZIO DESIDERI

On Friday June 29th Piero Gaddi and Fabrizio Desideri perform in a completely new project. They will inaugurate their collaboration with two professionals, percussionist Francesco Petreni and double-bass player Filippo Pedol, and mark the return of the International Academy of Music Festival to the beautiful ambience of Castiglione di Garfagnana. The Desideri-Gaddi quartet will present its own pieces: a jazz that knows how to move between spontaneous enjoyment and an always open frontier of research and experimentation.

Further information on the website: www.iamitalia.com

PORGY & BESS IN GIL EVANS’ VERSION

On Saturday 30 June, in the elegant setting of Piazza Umberto I of Castelnuovo di Garfagnana, a highly evocative opera, ‘Porgy & Bess’, will be performed.

George Gershwin’s ‘Porgy & Bess’, is performed in the fascinating version by Gil Evans. Against the unique backdrop of the Rocca Ariostesca castle, the wind and brass orchestra of the Puccini Conservatory of La Spezia will give the public one of the twentieth century’s finest as well as one of its best known works. Conducted by Alessandro Fabbri, the performers will play immortal melodies like ‘Summertime’ and there’s a great trumpeter Manolo Nardi in an evening of great music.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Battle of Sommocolonia

You couldn’t get closer to the feel of what it must have been like in our area during World War Two than a visit to the encampment of allied forces at Villa Fiori last week-end. The historical gothic line re-enactment group were immaculately accurate in their uniforms and the women especially brilliant in their hairstyles and make-up.

For me, however, it was the incomparable range of military vehicles, including the original jeeps and the Moto Guzzi ‘Alce’ (meaning ‘elk in English) in production between 1938 and 1948, and which was designed for military and police use. I have rarely seen, not even in war museums, such flawlessly kept vehicles.

In the casinò there was a preview of a film on the Great War of (for Italy) 1915-8 to be premiered in Lucca this October. This was followed by a harrowing film on the battle of Sommocolonia, the biggest and bloodiest conflict during World war two in our area.

On Boxing day, 26 December 1944, the village of Sommocolonia, near Barga, was the scene of “Operation Wintergewitter”, an offensive conducted on the Gothic Line by the Axis Italian-German forces against US troops (92nd Division “Buffalo”), supported by the XI area partisan under the legendary ‘Pippo’. The US troops were black and under the unreservedly racist command of white American officers. Considered stereotypically lazy fighters, the troops were valiant in this last great battle on the Italian front. Shamefully, however, it was not until the 1990’s that their heroism was at last recognized by the USA.

Photos of the battle of Sommocolonia)

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(Nazi headquarters, interrogation centre and torture chamber in Ponte a Serraglio’s ex-Hotel de Russie.)

There were over 150 casualties among the allied forces (including John Robert Fox, posthumously decorated  with the American Medal of Honour) and 7 victims among civilians including a 6 month old baby, and over 50% of the villages buildings were destroyed by bombing. The last bombs, two Mk2 American hand grenades, were only removed and defused in July 2009.

(John Robert Fox. Posthumous Medal of Honor, 1997)

What was the objective of this German offensive? It’s still unclear although the allied thrust through the Apennines to liberate the remaining part of Italy under the Nazi-fascist puppet government of the Salò republic had to be delayed until April 1945. The Germans could have advanced to capture the munitions factory at Fornaci di Barga, (still in operation today but now manufacturing Euro coins). What was the point of wreaking death and destruction to a mountain village? There are parallels with the Ardennes ‘Battle of the Bulge’ in Belgium which took place at the same time for both operations were only to delay the advance of allied troops and the utter defeat of Hitler’s ‘master race’.

The pity of war, to use poet Wilfrid Owen’s phrase, was fully revealed to us that Saturday afternoon…

High Drama at Bagni di Lucca

Bagni di Lucca’s theatre was packed last night. The cast for the town’s drama group was larger than ever before. Expectations were high and, happily, they were fully achieved in an evening of triumph for local dramatic societies like Bagni’s CIAK.

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‘Il mistero in casa Arquette’ is a classic whodunit and, like all good whodunits, it has a quite surprising twist at the end. Was it no-one or was it everyone ‘whodunit?’ The plot revealed every kind of interaction and emotional release between the eleven cast members: from fighting to fainting, from burlesque to hysterics and the actors achieved great flexibility. The diction was mostly very good, although some lines were lost because spoken too softly. It may be a whisper but even a whisper should be heard! Character transformations were often stunning: turning from a dowdy look to one of elegance, for example, is not that easy… The interplay between the eleven actors was very well timed and no cues appeared to be missed.

I tried to find out who wrote or adapted the Arquette house’s mystery but could not discover anything about it when I returned home except that there is a reference to Molière’s ‘Le malade imaginaire’ in the play. However, what I did discover was that amateur dramatics in our comune, under the guidance of director-actress Guendalina and tenor-trainer Claudio, is thriving more than ever.

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Well done all those involved with putting on a spiffing show on Bagni di Lucca’s first really warm evening. All their effort fully paid off (I know from my own experience in their Christmas production for 2016 that being an actor is hard work.) It was a truly dramatic occasion!

 

Meeting Up with Lions, Dragons and Eagles in the Lucchesia

I recently wrote about Brancoli Cross in my post at https://longoio3.com/2018/05/24/a-watchtower-that-became-a-cross/ . Brancoli itself has one of the most magnificent Pievi in the whole of Lucca province. (A Pieve is a step above a plain parish church and used to be until recently the only kind of church where baptism could take place).

Inside, the Pieve, dedicated to Saint George, has a nave and two aisles separated by columns and pilasters surmounted by capitals decorated with stylised plant motifs.

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The roof is supported on wooden trusses and the apse is slightly raised and is still divided by a partition, for in the Middle Ages there was a distinct barrier between the officiants of a church service and the congregation.  (This division is still a feature of Orthodox churches and, indeed of many English cathedrals, abbeys and kingly chapels where the choir is a space completely unto itself, as in the Royal chapel at Windsor Castle where a recent wedding took place.

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The octagonal font of the twelfth century, in the left aisle, is signed “Guido”, a Lombard master working in Lucca who was responsible for the original Romanesque Santa Maria Corteorlandini in that city. It is decorated with plant motifs and heads; with a fruit carved on each corner including a pomegranate, a clue that this church was commissioned by that great mediaeval lady Grand-contessa Matilde di Canossa.

If you think the font is rather large that is because, again in the mediaeval church, baptism was achieved by complete immersion and not just confined to new-born babies – repentant adults would also have to be immersed!

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Sadly the stoup (the holy water basin in which the faithful dip their hands and  do the sign of the cross when entering the church) and dating from the eleventh century, was unfortunately stolen in June 2000 as the sorry sign says – a new one, however, has been put in its place. Goodness knows where the original has finished up. I hope it’s on the huge database of stolen works of art and that someone somewhere may be racking their conscience about it…

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The best piece of sculpture, however, is the ambo or pulpit, dated 1194 and the work of master Guidetto. It is rectangular in plan, with Corinthian columns that sustain it, two of  of which are supported  on lions, one of which is in the act of killing a serpent-like dragon – clearly a depiction of the triumph of good over evil. In my opinion it’s just as fine as the larger pulpit with lions in Barga cathedral and harks towards the magnificent pulpits one can see in Pistoia’s churches. Note also the noble effigy of Matilde in the centre of one side.

There are several other wonderful works of art in this church including a Della Robbia terracotta depicting Saint George and the misused dragon.

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At the end of the north aisle is this exquisite tabernacle:

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There is also a fine thirteenth century painted crucifix

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and a sweet fresco of the Annunciation.

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The Pieve has also some fascinating sculpture on its exterior:

There is a mysterious little man sculpted in the arch of a side doorway who is populariy known as ‘il brancolino’. I wonder who he represents? An Italian version of the anglo-saxon ‘green man’ perhaps?

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Some years back I sang in a choir in San Giorgio di Brancoli on Saint George’s day in a special service attended by members of the order of Saint George wearing their opulent cloaks. Later that Sunday I went to a St George’s day party organized by an Englishman – Saint George can truly be said to be an international saint and a good excuse to celebrate!

It is, however, sad to note that probably the most gracious pieve in the whole province is shut except for one day in the year when Mass is celebrated. It’s only thanks to the efforts of  volunteers in a parish which only counts 140 inhabitants that we were able to visit the Pieve. Three phone numbers are affixed onto the main door and, thanks to these, the Pieve doors were opened for us. (Donation welcomed).

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A Watchtower that Became a Cross

The Brancoleria is the name given to a valley that is part of the Pizzorne, the hills to the north east of Lucca and which are foothills of the Apennine range. The valley possesses a micro-climate which gives it very special characteristics with its variety of fauna and flora. The Brancoleria also has some of the most beautiful churches in Lucchesia and is great walking country.

 

One walk I’ve done in the past is that which goes to the largest cross in the province – that of Brancoli. We returned to the cross, this time in our mini SUV 4-wheel drive Panda, the last week of May.

 

Brancoli cross is erected on the site of a watchtower  built by the gonfalonier Ferrante Sbarra in 1594 to enable defence forces to see the plain of Lucca, the Apuan Alps, the Media Valle del Serchio, the Apennines and the Tyrrhenian Sea up to the Islands of Capraia and Gorgona. It served as a watchtower until the eighteenth century and linked with the Bargiglio (see my post on ‘the eye of Lucca’ at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/the-eye-of-lucca/ ).  The watchtower was later abandoned when times became more peaceful and in 1900 its remaining ruins were demolished to build a huge cross to celebrate the new twentieth century.

The way to the cross is a Via Crucis with smaller crosses marking the Stations of the Cross:

 

The views from the cross are quite splendid even though the day was  clouding over in preparation for the great storm that was to spread over the whole area in late afternoon.

 

The Cross was built in stone and was blessed by the Bishop of Lucca, Giovanni Volpi. It became a destination for pilgrimages but in 1944, towards the end of WWII, was destroyed by the Germans, being considered a threat, because of its clearly identifiable position for allied aircraft (no GPS then!) After the war the Cross was rebuilt re-using stones of the old cross and the altar of the church of San Bartolomeo which was also destroyed.

Remnant of WWII can still be seen in the nearby trenches built as part of the Gothic Line (see my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/secret-mission-across-the-gothic-line-a-success/ for more on the Gothic Line).

 

It’s crazy how a religious symbol signifying peace and redemption should have been blown up and then made part of a last-ditch attempt by the Germans to save the Third Reich which was now threatened on three fronts: the allies from the west and south and the Soviets from the east. Such is the supreme irony of our human condition!

Here are some hints on how to get to the cross

By car

From Lucca follow the SS 12 towards Abetone, up to the locality Vinchiana. Then follow the sign for the Brancoleria and the Church of San Giusto di Brancoli.  Here you can leave your car and continue on foot.

Walks to the Cross of Brancoli

For Trekking lovers there are two routes that include the Cross of Brancoli and take around five hours.

First route – From the Church of San Giusto di Brancoli, where you leave the car, follow the road which starts metalled but then continues unmetalled until the junction, where a wooden sign indicates the Cross on the right. Afterwards continue along the unmetalled road until you get to Deccio di Brancoli and, later, to Piazza di Brancoli where you can visit the medieval church of the twelfth century. From here continue to Gignano, a town known for La Tosca restaurant which is highly recommended by trip advisor (we haven’t yet eaten there).

 

Second  Route – A new path has recently been opened which is part of the’ Sentieri delle Colline lucchesi’ leading to the Cross di Brancoli. It starts from the Church of Anchiano, where you leave the car, and take the new path marked with wooden tables. Walking time is five hours but I haven’t tested this path yet.

 

High Mountains at Fornoli

The ‘Circolo dell’amicizia’ (friendship club) meets in Fornoli’s parish hall opposite that row of shops which includes a bank and a computer shop. The circolo’s facebook page is at https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=o.208733910261&type=3

Inaugurated in 2011, the circolo is mainly directed towards citizens of the third age (i.e. retired people) and its activities include tombola. (bingo), cards games and excursions , handicrafts, such as cooking, knitting, crochet and sewing, cultural activities and discussions on current issues with invited speakers, film shows, theatre and readings.

However, the circolo’s programme of events also encourages the presence of a younger audience. This was particularly the case on Tuesday 22nd May when a leading figure in the local ‘Pegaso’ trekking group, Dr. Giorgio Tofani, introduced four videos on ‘l’alta montagna’, concentrating on the group’s walks in the Alps, to a packed hall.

Tofani, a retired doctor from Benabbio, presented his book on Benabbio “”Ho fatto della mi ‘vita torchi” last year. (‘Torchio’ is a press machine. It could be applied to a printing press or to an agricultural press for wine etc. The book’s title, therefore, means ‘I’ve put my life to the test’).

Tofani has truly a way with words and the four videos, including an ascent to one of Italy’s highest mountain hostels, the rifugio Città di Mantova, height 11476 feet in the western Alps, were engrossing for anyone who loves climbing mountains or just admires the beauty of glaciers and high peaks.

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Truly, as Tofani stated, at the top of a mountain one is nearer to God and on the summit of so many of Italy’s mountains there’s a Cross or a statue of the Madonna.

Our own modest escalation of mountains includes some tops in Scotland including Stack Polly, Quirang and Marsco, Alpine refuges such as the Marinelli below the Bernina and the Cabane du Velan below the Grand Combin, and several Apuan peaks including Pania Della Croce, Monte Pisanino and Penna di Sumbra. Will it be too late for us to continue getting to the top of other staircases to the heavens? Of course not. One must say it’s never too late for doing anything in one’s life!

 

 

Scotland’s lovely Stac Polly

 

 

and the isle of Skye’s Marsco.

The Cabane du Velan below Le Grand Combin:

Surely the Pegaso trekking group, whose facebook page is at https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=o.208733910261&type=3, may extend our mountain walking time. This is their programme for this year:

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The walks/climbs are divided into ‘effort required’ and ‘difficulty of route’. There are easy (green), average (yellow) and difficult (red) categories. Take your pick!

 

 

 

 

The Sea-Bathing Season Opens at Viareggio

The majority of Italian beaches at seaside resorts are leased out to bathing establishment companies for the summer season and entry is only by payment. There are, of course, free beaches but at places like Viareggio and Lido di Camaiore they are abysmally narrow.

On Saturday 19th May the bathing season opened at Viareggio and the Versilia coastline. We visited the seaside the preceding day when the leasers of one particular resort were busy laying out deckchairs, sunbeds, parasols and all the other paraphernalia of holidays by the sea. Lines were pegged out to assure perfect geometric alignment of the beach furniture. The operatives were also cleaning the sands by carefully sifting out any rubbish.

They still left plenty of seashells, however, to the joy of collectors.

As the season was opening the following day we had the whole beach to ourselves including the deckchairs and all for free. Luckily the bar next door was open so we were able to treat ourselves to ice-cream.

Although the seawater felt warmer than that at most British seaside resorts at the height of summer there was only a mere handful of swimmers.

Behind us the Apuan Alps (which we see from the other side from where we are in Longoio) protected the area from any strong Easterly wind. Recognize the Procinto, that panettone-shaped mountain?

The flag colours indicate the following:

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Red: dangerous to swim because of bad weather or absence of lifeguard.

Yellow: Reduced lifeguard in operation between 1.30 pm and 3.30 pm.

Red and yellow: No lifeguard in operation.

No flags. Safe to swim and lifeguard service in operation.

Do note, however, that this flag system is particular to Italy. In Australia, for example, red and yellow together means that that there is a lifeguard operating while no flags at all mean that there is no lifeguard to save one. Most confusing!

Perhaps the most important flag is the blue flag, meaning that the sea and adjoining beach have passed stringent environmental standards as monitored by the partnership between the FEE (Foundation for Environmental Education) and the EU.

(This is, incidentally, another issue which the Brexit idiocy has failed to address – will blue flag beaches in the UK still have the same standards if Brexit goes ahead? The residents in UKIP voting Clacton-on-Sea are very proud of their clean beaches. But would Clactonians have still voted to quit the EU if they knew the clean beaches and sea are thanks to EU membership?)

We passed a lovely afternoon at the still empty bathing establishments of Viareggio knowing full well that the following day hordes of holiday-makers would start to come to one of Italy’s most pleasant beaches and knowing that for yet another year it has won a blue flag award.

 

 

A Thousand Roman Miles Towards Sarzana

Italy’s ‘Mille Miglia’ retains its reputation as one of the world’s great car rallies.   It is, of course, not a thousand UK miles but a thousand Roman miles, which equal about one thousand six hundred kilometres, starting from Brescia in Northern Italy and going to Rome and back in a figure-of-eight-course over four days.

It is also not the original race, which was founded in 1927 by Count Aymo Maggi and Franco Mazzotti and ran until 1957, with an interruption due to WWII between 1941 and 1946.

The original Mille Miglia was an endurance race open to all drivers and cars, the slower ones starting rather earlier than the faster ones (as still happens today). The Mille Miglia was also the race which introduced Ferrari to the world (its first win in 1948) and was largely won by Italians, except for 1931 (Mercedes-Benz) and 1940 (BMW) by Germany and, most famously, in 1955 by the great Stirling Moss and Navigator Denis Jenkinson driving a Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR (“Sport Leicht Rennen”) with an average speed of 157.65 km/h (97.96 mph) over 1,600 kilometres (990 miles).

I first witnessed this stirring motor cavalcade in 2014 when the Mille Miglia entrants did a lap of honour on Lucca’s tree-lined walls. To see pictures of this event click on my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/a-thousand-miles/

The 2015 Mille Miglia was particularly exciting as the then mayor Betti had it routed through Bagni di Lucca. Again there’s my post on it at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/05/17/a-thousand-miles-to-bagni-di-lucca/ . We managed to take part in it, unofficially of course, as we then had our much loved Cinquina which, alas, is no more after our near-fatal car accident a little over one year ago.

We drove our much-missed cutey up Bagni di Lucca’s high street and received our share of the applause too. That was compensation enough for having missed George Cluny on his Silver Bugatti!

Here is the view of our car taken by another well-known Bagni di Lucca blogger:

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As the driver (Sandra) commented ‘it was truly sensational me driving the Cinquina, such fun was amazed at the reception we got and we were just off homewards!’

This year we saw the Mille Miglia on its way from Massa Rosa to Sarzana and delighted in the spectacle from a bar just outside Pietrasanta. (PS If your vintage and classic car spotting is a little rusty click on

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to get the car details from its rally number. For example number 93 is a Fiat 508 S Balilla Sports Coppa oro dating from 1934.

We then followed the Mille Miglia route taken from Lucca. Although it was exciting to see the amazing vintage and classic cars spin past us we had a near miss at one stage when a white Ferrari in a crazy overtake almost crashed into us. Thankfully, Sandra’s quick reflexes enabled her to pull aside into an almost non-existent lay-by and the car behind us to skid to a halt. I reflected that the Mille Miglia is still a very dangerous race and that the crazy mix-up of vintage, classic, latest sports, vans, sponsor vehicles and other traffic is wrong. The route should be closed specially for the Mille Miglia and alternatives provided for the couple of hours that the rally requires to pass by.

There is an excellent web site run by the organisers of the Mille Miglia at http://www.1000miglia.it/

I was particularly interested in the list of entries which you can find at http://www.1000miglia.it/attach/Content/Interna/2503/o/2018_05_11_ordine.pdf

And the route map which you can find at

http://www.1000miglia.it/Edizione-2018/Il-Percorso-3D/

In my family the greatest car enthusiasts were my father, who started driving an Austin seven, graduated to an Austin A70, followed by an Austin Cambridge before tackling Dagenham steel with various Ford Consuls. He then went for Volvos before finishing up with a Chelsea tractor (alias Range Rover). My younger brother was a particularly keen rally co-driver. Indeed, he followed his passion up to the last moment since the funeral hearse was an E-type Jaguar from his own collection of classic cars.

 

 

 

 

Bagni di Lucca’s Elysian Fields

Prato Fiorito is a miraculously tree-less mountain just behind me.  It was beloved of Shelley who, while a resident of Bagni di Lucca, visited it often and recollects it in that ecstatic love poem Epipsychidion.

 

I wanted to be at the Prato yesterday and, despite the uncertain weather, made my way to the foce Del Lago (where in heavy rain a lake forms.) I reached the crucifix which marks the start of the path to the top of the flowering meadow…

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Above, clouds were forming and reforming, sometimes threatening, sometimes shimmering. Percy Bysshe would have loved it – he loved clouds!

 

All around me was a display of flowers guaranteed to put even the Chelsea Flower show to shame:

 

Shelley writes:

the odours deep
Of flowers, which, like lips murmuring in their sleep
Of the sweet kisses which had lulled them there,
Breathed but of her to the enamoured air;
And from the breezes whether low or loud,
And from the rain of every passing cloud,
And from the singing of the summer-birds,
And from all sounds, all silence.

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And all the place is peopled with sweet airs;
The light clear element which the hill wears
Is heavy with the scent of lemon-flowers,
Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers,
And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep;
And from the moss violets and jonquils peep
And dart their arrowy odour through the brain
Till you might faint with that delicious pain.

It is a hill ‘twixt Heaven, Air, Earth and Sea,
Cradled and hung in clear tranquillity;

The jonquils, even in this wretched start to the summer, made my heart leap. They are brave little flowers and their presence all around filled me with an intense warmth and joy. They seemed to breathe true love and their perfume was quite intoxicating! I was so glad that Sandra was able to be with me and see them on the Prato Fiorito for the very first time.

There were several other flower species besides the jonquils:

 

I always look forwards to seeing the jonquils – also known as the poet’s narcissus in Italy – every year and, when my time comes, I would like my ashes to be scattered on this mountain sacred to poets and to all lovers of nature (if Italian bureaucracy allows it, that is!)