Talking about the Weather in the Lucchesia

It never rains but it pours and it’s certainly been bucketing down here in our part of the world, the Lucchesia. More bucketing days are expected. Rain in our part of Italy isn’t that boring London drizzle – it’s insistent and often dense and just carries on and on. Umbrellas are an absolute must!

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In Lucchesia and Garfagnana, the rain falls mostly in the winter, with relatively little of the wet stuff in the summer. Our climate is considered to be C (Temperate), s (Dry summer), b (Warm summer) according to the Köppen-Geiger climate classification. The average temperature ranges from 14 down to 12.7 °C. The rainfall here averages 921 mm per annum.

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(The view from our house today)

The climate is warm and temperate in my birth-town. London has a significant amount of rainfall during the year. This is true even for the driest month.  The climate there is classified as C (Temperate), f (Without dry season), b (Warm summer) by the Köppen-Geiger system. The average annual temperature is 11.1 °C in London. The average annual rainfall is 621 mm.

These facts lead to some interesting points.

Annual Rainfall in London is roughly just two thirds of what it is here ‘under the Tuscan sun’.

Most London rain falls in summer whereas here most of it falls in winter.

When it comes to annual hours of sunshine, London has 1481 hours, which means an average of a little over 4 hours a day. Lucca has 2273 hours, which means an average of a little over 6 hours a day. That’s a third more than in London.

Of course, these are average, not seasonal sunshine figures. Combined with the quirks of rainfall in the two different regions it means that Lucca’s average daily summer sunshine hours are 8 hours compared to London’s 3 hours. More than double….to say nothing of the higher temperatures.

Sunshine can also be measured in different ways. Is the day going to be described as ‘cloudy with sunny intervals’ or ‘sunny with cloudy patches’?

Finally, the London weather is so much more volatile than Lucca’s weather. Visitors to the UK’s capital say they never know what to wear and that every day seems to bring forth all four seasons.

It’s all about the difference between a maritime and a continental climate.

Lucca is also surrounded by hills on its southern and mountains rising to over 6,500 feet on its northern sides so that the city is often protected from the following winds which can greatly affect its temperatures. True, London has its Chilterns and North Downs but the highest point, at Leith Hill, is still under 1000 feet, offering little temperature variation and climate protection.

Now for your Italian lesson on the names of winds. No ‘sou-westerlies’ here. Learn these names if you want to understand what the weather-person is saying about ‘ventilazione’ in the forecast.

La Tramontana–north, from the Latin expression intra montes or Trans montes (beyond the mountains) referring to the fact that this wind blows from the Alps

Il Maestrale—North west.

Il Ponente–west, where the sun sets

Il Libeccio – South west, from Libya

L’Ostro (or il vento di Mezzogiorno)- South.

Lo Scirocco–-southeast, from the Arabic word shulùq, wind from the south

Il Levante–east, where the sun rises

Il Grecale–northeast, from Greece

 

London, on the other hand is an estuary port – a geographical  feature excellently described in Stephen Liddell’s post at:

https://stephenliddell.co.uk/2018/01/27/busting-the-myth-of-london-being-a-rainy-city/

Actually, regarding the weather, I realise I’ve already written one post on it this year. It’s at https://longoio3.com/2018/02/07/our-winter-weather-so-far/

But that was winter. Now it’s the end of happy spring and a little less than two months from glorious summer.

Our more venerable locals state that there used to be four seasons a year in this part of the world when they were younger. ‘Where’s our spring and where’s our autumn gone?” they ask me.

Food for thought and certainly weather for the ducks as I look around our garden…..

PS In case you were wondering, the Köppen climate classification is one of the most widely used classification systems. It was first published by Russian German climatologist Wladimir Köppen(1846-1940) in 1884.

This is the full classification system. How would you describe the climate where you live?

 

1st 2nd 3rd
A (Tropical) f (Rainforest)
m (Monsoon)
w (Savanna, Wet)
s (Savanna, Dry)
B (Arid) W (Desert)
S (Steppe)
h (Hot)
k (Cold)
n (With frequent fog)[9]
C (Temperate) s (Dry summer)
w (Dry winter)
f (Without dry season)
a (Hot summer)
b (Warm summer)
c (Cold summer)
D (Cold (continental)) s (Dry summer)
w (Dry winter)
f (Without dry season)
a (Hot summer)
b (Warm summer)
c (Cold summer)
d (Very cold winter)
E (Polar) T (Tundra)
F (Eternal winter (ice cap

 

 

In Florence’s Iris Garden

Since the 12th century the symbol of Florence has been a red lily.

Actually it is not a lily at all but an iris: the florentina (blue veined white) and germanica (dark purple) in particular.

Walk through the countryside in Tuscany between April and May and you’ll see these beautiful flowers grow wild.

Florentines call this type of iris ‘giaggiolo’ and we have been lucky enough this May to have walked through the iris garden which is on the left-hand side of the city’s piazzale Michelangelo.

The garden was founded in 1954 by keen women horticulturalists and every year there’s a competition for new hybrid varieties.

Let these photos taken just after a heavy rainfall show the infinite variety (over 1500!) of Florence’s proud symbol.

 

Apart from the iris garden there’s a rose garden on the right side of the piazzale where delightful varieties begin to bloom starting this May.

 

But try to see the iris garden before 20th May when it closes. It’s open daily from 10 to 19.00 at weekends and from 10 to 13.00 and 15.00 to 19.00 from Monday to Friday and it’s free, though donations are welcome, and there is an entrance stall selling iris derived products including deliciously scented soap.

The view from the piazzale itself is magnificently complementary to the garden of Florence’s much loved giaggiolo iris.dscn0451219384782.jpg

 

 

 

 

Inter-stellar Travel at Fornaci di Barga

Rain didn’t stop play on May the First at Fornaci di Barga’s celebration of this festival which celebrates worker’s day (regrettably in Italy it is more like commiseration of lack-of-work and there were many protests from laid-off workers throughout the peninsula).

We scoffed at the rain like everyone else, almost indifferent to it English fashion. For there was still lots to see and enjoy.

The flowers on sale were even more beautiful because of the raindrops.

The local geological society’s mineral and fossil display was as resplendent as ever with many samples for sale and a photographic display of some new cave explorations in our very special limestone Apuan Alps. I especially enjoyed seeing their finds of bones from the extinct species of palaeolithic cave bear and the lovely leaf fossils:

 

‘Modellismo’ or collecting models is highly popular in Italy. This collector concentrated particularly on cars from the USA.

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The Pistoia branch of the Italian astronomical association showed us some brilliant photos of our brothers and sisters in the solar system taken with two of their state-of-the-art telescopes. Have you booked your flight for Mars yet (like at least 4,000 other earthlings have)?

The branch who run the observatory near San Marcello Pistoiese and whose web site is at http://www.gamp-pt.net/ gave us and all those who ventured on this wettest of days an absolute treat:  they brought a mobile planetarium and gave us an interplanetary and interstellar journey of mind-expanding stupendousness. The equipment used was excellent and the commentary by one of the branch members  fluently informative.

I thought of Stephen Hawking and particularly what he said about our universe: “Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.”

We both space and time travelled and when the door of our little portable planetarium opened at the end of our journey we were mesmerised by the greenness of the world outside, so precious and so ill-used by so many!

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Love our planet: it’s the first step to become aware about our unique lives in a unique place. Then we might learn to discover the real nature of Love itself.

Our Lucca Marathon for 2018

The ‘Marcia delle Ville’ is our nearest equivalent to the London Marathon. It’s a marcia podistica, which means that you can either walk or run or do a little of both. (‘Podismo’ means the discipline of race walking and running). The only differences are that there was a competitive and non-competitive section (this meant that anyone could join in from the ages of 8 to over 80), that there was a choice of routes depending upon one’s fitness and inclination and that the idyllic rural landscape we were going through was rather different from the built-up landscape of London.

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(Possible routes: we opted for the 16 – so-called! – kilometre route)

In fact, the Marcia delle Ville is older than the London Marathon, having started in 1977, while the first London Marathon took place in 1981. It’s organised by the comune di Marlia together with the local club podistico and has grown from strength to strength over the years. It’s truly one of Italy’s largest and most popular family sporting events.

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‘La Marcia delle Ville’ is a lovely occasion to immerse oneself in a completely Italian social atmosphere. My friend from the same school of Dulwich college first invited me for the Marcia, having been enthralled by it on a previous occasion. He said that we would probably be the only brits taking part on it and, indeed, we only heard Italian spoken by those taking part although this year we heard a couple of English voices. Was it any of you from BDL?

La Marcia delle Ville is also a wonderful chance to walk through the exquisite gardens of villas of the Luccan nobility which are normally closed to the public, to wander across succulent vineyards and silver olive groves, to pass by isolated Romanesque chapels, to gaze on colourful wild flowers, to witness some of the most stratospheric views of Lucca, to enjoy the social fun of a largely non-competitive event and to witness Italian gregariousness at its very best.

(Romanesque church and a time warp with concert at the grand Villa Guinigi)

I did this most convivial and spectacular walk last time in 2016. My wife spotted the marathon for this year in a leaflet (she is brilliant at finding out about things) and, at first, I was doubtful because of our lack of fitness that we would be able to achieve more than the ‘baby walk’. In fact, it turned out that we managed the sixteen kilometre one (which I’m sure measured rather more than sixteen…..) and were so glad we did it because it assured us that our degree of fitness was still up to it! Apart from the kilometres we both managed to lose some kilos as well which was truly welcome!

There is, of course, the final point that la Marcia truly gives one even more yearning to do a decent, daily walk of not less than two hours. Most of people’s health troubles arise from lack of proper exercise and there’s nothing better than walking, especially if the countryside is as glorious as the Luccan hills.

The weather treated us well. Unlike 2016, when the participants were threatened by storm clouds which eventually resolved themselves in a hail shower, this year we had comfortably overcast skies, mostly dried out paths and it was only towards our triumphal finish that the temperature rose to 30 degrees centigrade.

Our itinerary took us through gravelled paths, some tarmac, some very stony mule-tracks, slippery grass stretches and, of course, the lovely paths of the Luccan villa gardens.

There were free refreshment points (water, panunto bread soaked in olive oil, lemon tea, loads of nutella) and even some first aid which was useful for me as an unknown insect bite had turned my left arm red.

I was particularly excited to see the villa called La Specola, which is an observatory  built for the rulers of Lucca and designed by that great architect Nottolini. It’s such an attractive building and saved in the 1980’s from total dereliction by a baron with some cash to spend…. I wish!

(Framed! But the wine butt had already been depleted)

We returned to the starting point at Marlia’s farmers’ market where we’d got our participant numbers and walked triumphantly through the finishing line. We then collected our complementary gifts. Since the Marcia delle Ville is sponsored by a paper mill producing toilet paper, our gift bag included four very fine rolls of … toilet paper. (What else? – actually when we unwrapped it we found it was equally useful kitchen roll).

We went to be fed and watered with everything from water to wine to bruschetta to pasta. The scene was most breezy and it was lovely to see thousands of Italians of all ages having a really good time. There’s a special word to describe country walks and country enjoyments in Italian. It’s ‘scampagnata’ which means a day’s jaunt into the countryside.

Everyone had a great ‘scampagnata’ it seems! We even met the lady Doctor-in-charge of Bagni di Lucca terme who’d entered the marathon for the first time.

It’s wonderful how on a local level there’s nothing to beat an event organised by Italians. Why the government can’t learn from its people how to really do things well is something I shall never understand (there still isn’t a government in Italy yet….probably best that way, some people say).

For me the best thing was that both of us (aged seventy according to the calendar it seems, to our shock horror) were together to achieve this best of Lucca social sportive events. Thanks Sandra for being my wife and being with me and for being a truly sporty girl!

 

 

PS Noi TV  chronicled our marathon here: