Le Due Cinesine di Beckenham, Londra

Beckenham è un sobborgo nel sudest di Londra. È anche dove una volta abitava mio zio.  L’arrivo delle ferrovie nel 1857 trasformò Beckenham da un villaggio rurale in un centro residenziale che ora conta più di cinquanta mila abitanti.

A dispetto della sua vicinanza alla metropoli Beckenham, però, serba ancora in gran parte molte zone verdi, tra le quali si conta il gran parco di Beckenham place, dove è ubicata la villa settecentesca costruita da John Cator, lord del maniero, che fece la sua fortuna nel commercio del legno. Ora la villa è circondata dal primo campo da golf municipale e da dei bellissimi boschi.

Il centro di Beckenham è dominata dalla magnifica chiesa parrocchiale di Saint George, risalente dal 1100 e riedificata in stile neogotico nel tardi ottocento dall’architetto W. Gibbs Bartlet. E’ di proporzioni imponenti con una inconsueta abside poligonale (generalmente in Inghilterra l’abside termina in linea retta), una bellissima torre con quattro guglie, delle vetrate piene di colore, dei monumenti imponenti, delle finestre con traforazioni eleganti, un soffitto ligneo a travi a balzo, detto ‘hammerbeam’ in inglese, e un ‘lychgate’, ossia l’entrata al camposanto che circonda la chiesa, tra i più vecchi costruiti di legno nell’Inghilterra.

Tutto ciò dimostra che la crescita di Beckenham e la sua emergente prosperità si riflette ampiamente nelle proporzioni quasi cattedralesche della sua chiesa parrocchiale.

A questo punto mi domanderete ‘ma dove sono le due cinesine?’

La prima si trova nell’architettura di un ex-garage detto il garage cinese ma infatti costruito nello stile di una pagoda giapponese nel 1928 dall’architetto Edmund Clarke. Ma perché costruire un distributore come una pagoda? Certo attira l’attenzione, come la mia quando la vidi per la prima volta da bimbo e volevo subito visitare la Cina, un’ambizione finalmente proseguita per ben due volte dal 2016.

Adesso il futuro della prima cinesina di Beckenham rimane in dubbio. Vorrebbero farne un piccolo supermercato ma, secondo me, potrebbe diventare invece un attraente ristorante sushi.

E dove si trova l’altra cinesina di Beckenham? Nelle acque del fiume Beck (da dove prende il nome il sobborgo) che attraversa l’attraente parco di Kelsey. Questo parco, la consueta passeggiata per digerire nel pomeriggio il pranzo di Natale di molte famiglie incluso la nostra (ricordo il parco sotto la neve), possiede dei bellissimi alberi compreso anche il platano più grande che ho mai visto nella metropoli. Le cinesine qui, consistono nelle anatre mandarine, originarie abitanti della Cina e ornate con un piumaggio favolosamente sgargiante.

Beckenham possiede altri luoghi suggestivi e anche dei bei pub. Non sarà certo la prima ragione per visitare Londra ma rimane un ottimo esempio di tipico sobborgo borghese di una belle époque.

In più dal 2000 Beckenham vanta un metodo di trasporto che era scomparso da cinquant’anni a Londra, il tram. Qui, infatti, nei loro colori di verde pisello, inizia il capolinea dei nuovi tram londinesi che vi possono trasportare ad un altro bel luogo verde, Wimbledon, capitale dello sport di tennis sull’erba. Chi potrebbe perdere l’occasione di assistere ad un match con campioni come Federer e Kubot?

 

Mattina sul tram:

fantasie orientali

della borghesia.

A Feline visit to Nap

Do animals have any consciousness of death? Examples of elephants caressing the bones of their dead ones in a sort of  funerary ceremony are well known. Other animals will stay with their dead for ages and cling to their lifeless bodies. Stories of dogs coming and staying at the grave of their dead master for years are legion. Greyfriars Bobby stayed beside his master’s tomb for fourteen years before his own death.

On December 17th last year our beloved cat Napoleon (‘Nap’ for short) went into the cat’s heaven. Only those who have suffered the loss of their four-footed friends can know that the grief of losing a pet is as great – often greater – than losing a friend of the bipedal species.

In case you ever met Nap here are some photos of him. Even if you didn’t know him you might like to see them, taken over his relatively short life, 2006-2017.

In 2012 Carlotta, the tortoiseshell (calico) with the white face, entered our lives and in 2015 Cheekie, another tortoiseshell with a black streak on her face, became part of our family. They got on swimmingly with Nap who patiently  intervened to stop their female feline quarrels.

My wife arranged for a burial place for Nap just above our upper terrace wall and decorated his tomb place with stones and a little cross.

It’s mainly an hour or two before sunset every day that Carlotta and Cheekie meet up with Nap’s spirit which hovers around his last place on this earth. They love to spread themselves near him and take in the day’s last rays. (These pictures were taken on April 17th,  four months after Nap left us for a better place).

You might think this is a lot of imaginative thinking on my part but I sincerely believe that both Carlotta and Cheekie feel their friend’s presence here, especially at the going down of the sun, and want to keep him a little company and let him know that one day they too will join him and again play and frolic together as they used to do.

We all have our happy places and the nearest image I can think of heaven is the happiest place which is beyond our wildest imaginations and which will be always be full of love and light…

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(From left to right Carlotta, Cheekie and Nap(oleon) painted by Kety Bastiani in 2015)

 

 

Walk to Sant’Ansano Hermitage

A delightful walk may be made from the car park at the village of Lucignana in the municipality of Coreglia Antelminelli to the Romitorio of Sant’Ansano.

Romitorio means hermitage and Sant’Ansano was a member of a well-to-do Roman family. Born in 284 AD Sant’Ansano preached the gospel in Siena as a result of which he was arrested and ordered to be killed by having boiling pitch poured over him. However, Sant’Ansano survived this and was instead beheaded in 303. Sant’Ansano’s body eventually found burial in Siena cathedral and he remains that city’s first patron Saint.

The first part of the walk takes one down through a forest of holm oak to a purling stream.

Crossing this stream the paths winds upwards and emerges from the forest to reveal a view of the hermitage.

Situated on Lecciaia hill the hermitage’s origins are not known. However,  it already existed in 1000.  The church was transformed into an oratory in the twelfth century and two centuries later the parsonage was used as a hermitage.

In the fourteenth century the arcaded porch was erected in front of the façade.

Abandoned for many years the church has recently been well restored by the people of Lucignana.

The walk is not at all strenuous, passes through delightfully sylvan countryside and the hermitage porch is a pleasant venue to enjoy a sandwich lunch. (The hermitage church always seems closed.)

Incidentally, Sant’Ansano is also the patron saint of Ponte a Moriano on the way to Lucca. The two statues on the town’s bridge represent the Virgin and Sant’Ansano who is celebrated by a festival there in November. (See my description of the festival at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/12/03/ponte-a-morianos-santansano-festival/

 

 

Urban Exploration at Pieve Fosciana

Outside Pieve Fosciana, near Castelnuovo Garfagnana, there’s a small thermal area where one can bathe in hot waters which are considered excellent for alleviating rheumatism and other physical ailments.

The thermal lake of Pra di Lama is where a few ducks nest and swim. It is fed by several springs, which emerge from volcanic strata, rather like those of Bagni di Lucca.

Nearby, horses graze in beautiful meadows:

The origin of Lake Pra di Lama is quite recent. In 1826 in place of the lake there was a meadow, in the centre of which, over an abundant thermal spring, a hut was built where people bathed for therapeutic purposes. Within a few months, the hut was swallowed into the earth leaving only a small pool of water.

At 11 am on August 15, 1828 a loud explosion startled the local inhabitants, and at the base of the hill there arose a great amount of muddy water blasted into the air along with a pestilential miasma that caused a serious epidemic striking at least two-thirds of the population for years and causing a marked increase in mortality. On that occasion a pond forty feet wide and eleven feet deep was formed but in 1842 it had almost completely disappeared.

Between February and March of the following year a new soil movement and the birth of ten other thermal sources expanded the lake again, and the Serchio was stained by mud for twenty kilometres up to Borgo a Mozzano. Again, in Pieve Fosciana and the surrounding areas deaths dramatically increased from diseases caused by the inhalation of the lake’s poisonous vapours.

A century later, at the end of World War Two, the lake was reduced to a small pond which locals attempted to reclaim by filling it with rubble and waste. However, new eruptions occurred, enlarging the lake again.

In the following years facilities for bathing with changing rooms and baths were built. Those using the facilities increased.

This situation lasted until the early nineteen seventies when the lake sprang to life again, swallowing trees up to a height of ten metres so that only the tops were visible and bringing down most of the buildings constructed for the thermal baths.

In March of 1996 the lake again erupted, before suddenly dropping down about two metres. (Fortunately it’s over a hundred years since one last heard of epidemics and mysterious deaths around the lake, otherwise we may not have been here to write this).

Meanwhile, chemists have established the excellent therapeutic qualities of the sulphurous lake water which is also radioactive. They include sulphate, sodium chloride with a fixed residue of 5.45 grams /per litre. The water’s temperature is 37 degrees C.

During our visit the thermal springs were being used by this gentleman.

We tested the waters and found that, although they smelt of bad eggs, they were deliciously warm and relaxing.

There are two ‘urban exploration sites near the lake. The first consists of a weird brick-built structure which I am quite unable to make out. Within it are galleries and several chambers.

What was it used for? Does it have anything to do with industry or agriculture? Is it connected in some way to the thermal establishment?

Another example worthy of urban exploration (at one’s own risk) is the following:

It’s the rapidly ruining white elephant of the thermal establishment of Pieve Fosciana. This building, dating from the early 1980’s was meant to place Pieve Fosciana in the same league as other spas, like Montecatini, but financial mismanagement caused the project to flounder miserably. We thought of exploring the concrete monstrosity but were deterred by the danger of falling masonry.

(The cupola in the first photograph above is the original cupola of a nearby church, which has since been replaced.)

What a pity! Although geologists have apparently secured the safety of the lake by controlling its noxious vapours and avoiding the asphyxiation of visitors in search of its therapeutic qualities, the presence of the decaying concrete monster leads to a feeling of dejection around the place, typical of so many pie-in-the-sky projects in Italy which have never been finished and are left for the contemplation of the frustrated public. The irony is that the poor inhabitants of Pieve Fosciana will still be paying the mortgage on this non-structure until 2030!

There is a very amusing video of the floundered establishment by Chiara Squarci of ‘Il striscione’.

http://www.striscialanotizia.mediaset.it/video/terme-di-pieve-fosciana-lucca-_27725.shtml

If you are interested in urban exploration do follow the fascinating blog at

https://foscasensi.wordpress.com/

Here you will come across sleeping-beauty-like decaying palaces, underground temples of arcane sects, failed casinos, crumbling lunatic asylums haunted by ghosts of electroshocked patients, prisons where atrocious tortures were inflicted and much else of interest.

 

 

 

The Castle of Controni

I confess that some of my favourite childhood reading included Enid Blyton’s books. Not so long ago I had to rebuy her ‘Bedside book’ just out of nostalgia. However, my favourites from this prolific author were her ‘Adventure’ series. In particular I was bowled over by ‘The Castle of Adventure’ and decided that it was unfair my life should be so dull while Jack, Lucy, Dinah and Philip appeared to be having such thrilling adventures regarding a mysterious castle.

However, in 2008 I was given the chance of discovering my own ‘castle of adventure’. It’s situated on top of the hill that rises above the four villages of San Gemignano, Gombereto, Pieve di Controni and Guzzano.

The hill is best reached in winter since there is no clear path to the top and the vegetation is Mayan-jungle-like.

What remains of the castle are some massive stone walls which may be higher than they look since the earth is built up at that point.

Unfortunately part of the site is occupied by an unattractive water tank.

Controni castle was part of an extended defence system which included castles at Lucchio, Casoli, Limano and Benabbio. Its purpose was to protect the area from incursions by the aggressive Pistoiesi.

Unlike the castle at Benabbio – see my post on it at

https://longoio3.com/2017/08/14/the-wolfs-lair/

nothing has been done here regarding archaeological investigation, access facilitation or publicity. This is a real pity as the views from Controni castle are lovely and it could be made part of a special castle trail throughout our commune.

Incidentally, in 1990 Blyton’s ‘Castle of Adventure’ was adapted as a TV series and even starred Brian Blessed. Interestingly, the TV series was filmed at Saltwood castle, Sir Kenneth ‘Civilization’ Clark’s and his philandering son’s family home. I have not seen the television series but have found that it is on YouTube at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hL4d3Pmpg7g&list=PL6fJmjt84zZiMl2pO6ioW8kUsPz7GR0IU

No matter; my childhood’s recollections of the book must surely be more vivid than any television version. That is usually the case…

 

Fornoli’s Felling Furore

Via Papa Giovanni XXIII and Via Lima, the road connecting Bagni di Bagni di Lucca’s railway station at Fornoli to the town, forms an elegant processional way with its row of lime trees looking impressive even in their leafless winter state:

Unfortunately, alarm bells were recently sounded when marks of this kind appeared on several trees:

The marks indicate that the tree is to be felled and that is a great pity as far as Bagni di Lucca is concerned.

Whenever trees are threatened I am immediately reminded of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ touching poem:

 

Binsey Poplars felled 1879

 

My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, 

  Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, 

  All felled, felled, are all felled; 

    Of a fresh and following folded rank 

                Not spared, not one 

                That dandled a sandalled 

         Shadow that swam or sank 

On meadow & river & wind-wandering weed-winding bank. 

         

  O if we but knew what we do 

         When we delve or hew — 

     Hack and rack the growing green! 

          Since country is so tender 

     To touch, her being só slender, 

     That, like this sleek and seeing ball 

     But a prick will make no eye at all, 

     Where we, even where we mean 

                 To mend her we end her, 

            When we hew or delve: 

After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. 

  Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve 

     Strokes of havoc unselve 

           The sweet especial scene, 

     Rural scene, a rural scene, 

     Sweet especial rural scene. 

 

Already there is growing opposition to the felling of the Fornoli trees and assurances have now been issued by the authorities that only necessary tree removal will be undertaken. After all, it would not be nice if a rotten branch dropped on one. Here are two articles by our Fornoli  journalist-in-residence, Marco Nicoli, regarding the matter:

 

 

 

Because trees have a rather longer life than we have it always comes as a shock that they, too, must end their days. Already the entrance into Lucca from the north has changed beyond recognition as a result of the disappearance of the trees there and I am always apprehensive about how my next walk on the Lucca walls may have arborealy changed since last time.

I hope that replanting will take place promptly

In the meanwhile here is a chart, showing common trees in our area with their names and English translations, for you to swot up:

 

ALBERO TREE
Melo Apple-tree
Albicocco Apricot-tree
Pioppo tremolo Aspen
Faggio Beech
Betulla Birch
Ciliegio Cherry-tree
Castagno Chestnut
Cipresso Cypress
Fico Fig-tree
Abete Fir
Leccio Holm oak
Tiglio Lime
Gelso Mulberry
Quercia Oak
Olivo Olive-tree
Pesco Peach-tree
Pero Pear-tree
Pino Pine
Platano Plane
Pioppo Poplar
Salice Weeping-willow+

 

 

Note how fruit trees are often related to their fruit  by changing their ending, e.g., Mela=apple, Melo=apple-tree

 

 

A Plant That Cures Madness

Looking through the price lists of British gardening catalogues I discovered that here, in Longoio (indeed throughout our region) we are surrounded by wealth as precious as finding oil or gold.

£20.99

It’s all to do with this plant which in the photo below forms the border of the path leading down from our little church.

Indeed, the hellebore also grows by the church’s porch wall:

 

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The botanic genus ‘helleborus’ is an evergreen perennial flowering plant consisting of twenty different species. Sometimes called a winter or Lenten rose it’s not related in any way to roses. In this respect the name’s a misnomer. (As the ‘Christmas star’  is for the Poinsettia, since that plant originally had nothing to do with Christianity as it originates in Mexico and was used by the Aztecs to produce dye from its red leaves).

Italy has five species of hellebore:

Foetidus. So called because it emanates an unpleasant odour. (Yet it’s a popular indoor house plant!)

Lividus. Found only in Sardinia

Viridis. The one that grows around here. Has an unpleasant smell. The petals are greenish, a paler version of its leaves. It’s poisonous but animals are sensible enough to steer clear of it.

Odorus. This is a perfumed variety.

Bocconei. This species is largely found in South Italy.

Niger. This is the one known as Rosa di Natale (Christmas rose) or black or rock hellebore.

Despite the poisonous nature of most varieties, the hellebore has medicinal properties, well known since ancient times. Here is a list of how a hellebore can improve your life:

  • The powder obtained from the plant’s roots and rhizomes, when dried, has cardiotonic, narcotic, emetic qualities and cures oedemas. It is also a strong purgative.
  • Externally used the hellebore can cure some skin diseases
  • The fluid extract of the roots and rhizome of the hellebores which grow around here have sedative properties.
  • In literature there’s a reference to the hellebore’s curative properties in Petronius’ Satyricon. Written around 40 A.D. it’s the account of an orgiastic banquet. (Have you seen Fellini’s film?). In the book Crisippus, a Stoic philosopher, “to refine his perceptive capacity clears his mind three times drinking a potion made with hellebore”. There’s also a reference in Floccus’s third satire where hellebore is regarded as an effective remedy against madness. (Good to know that…)
  • If one is not interested in the hellebore’s medicinal properties one can always use it to distil a hallucinogenic drink as described by Pliny and Lucian. I have yet to verify this characteristic of the plant.

I’d better check out with Betti’s chemist shop in Bagni di Lucca Villa as the former mayor is an authority on natural cures.

Since, like the poinsettia in Mexico and Asia, the hellebore is here considered something of a weed I should bring some specimens to the UK and sell them in London’s Columbia Road flower market (open on Sundays). Perhaps their sale might help me subsidise my fare?

Incidentally what does the name ‘Hellebore’ mean? It’s actually from ancient Greek ‘ellos’ meaning ‘fawn’ and ‘bore’ meaning ‘eating’. So a hellebore is a plant eaten by fawns? How come they don’t get poisoned I wonder…

 

 

A Sad Chapel in the Woods

 

The nearby village of Gombereto has three little churches (or chiesine) in it religious purlieus: San Giuseppe, standing outside the southern entrance to the village, Santa Maria dei Dolori, at the northern end, and Refubbri, the chiesina della Visitazione, which sadly stands (just) in total neglect, roofless and prey to ivy and the weather. The chiesina or oratory of the Visitation of The Virgin Mary to Saint Elizabeth, is mentioned in a famous poem by Robert Browning, who visited this area with his wife (For more information and photographs on this sad situation do visit my special web site at http://refubbri.tripod.com/engstart.htm).

As I returned from shopping yesterday I stopped to look at the melancholic chapel. Even in winter it was almost totally covered by foliage. The roof has long since collapsed but the inner arch supporting it was still intact, for how long goodness knows.

The little bridge connecting it to the road was still seemingly solid but, again, I wondered for how long – the Refubbri stream had become a raging torrent and I wasn’t quite sure if the bridge was safe to cross.

There was talk at one time of restoring the chapel at Refubbri and using it for non RC Christian celebrations but, to date, nothing has come of this. It might have also made a mountain rifugio or shelter for trekking in the area.

However, I noted that around the chapel council forestry workers were cutting down dangerous and obstructive trees and clearing out the stream bed.

I asked if they were going to clear the chapel of its encroaching vegetation but they said they had no orders to do so.

While there are many worthy causes to donate money to and many more distinguished buildings needing help I remain dejected at the thought that, for the thirteen-plus years that I have lived here, the little woodland chapel of Refubbri has no-one to love it and help it live again in some form whether that be even a hiker’s shelter from the rain. Who knows whether it will still be standing in ten years’ time? At least nature will destroy it rather than the mindless vandalism that has demolished so many abandoned buildings in London.

 

Bagni di Lucca’s Own Dolomites

Last Saturday afternoon in the elegant  rose room of Bagni di Lucca’s ‘Circolo dei Forestieri’ Marco Nicoli presented a new book dealing with our beautiful part of the world.

 

 

The book is called ‘Le Dolomiti di Val di Lima’ and it’s by Enzo Maestripieri .

‘Le Dolomiti di Val di Lima’ is a superb guidebook to our local mountains written by someone who, although not of this area, (Maestripieri is from Pistoia) has known these mountains since he was a young lad.

The book is divided into three parts.

The first is an introduction to the area dealing with its geological, historical and cultural aspects. The author also mentions the problems affecting the area today: depopulation, abandonment of traditional agricultural practices and changing climate conditions. All these mean that paths are neglected and, at lower altitudes, are covered by rapidly enroaching vegetation making the going in many areas as tough as cutting one’s way through a Mayan jungle.

The second part covers, in a rigorously organized form I’d never encountered before, the main mountain groups of our Val di Lima area. Apart from pioneering new routes through many of the areas the author has also made several discoveries including former mines dating back to the eighteenth century.

The massifs, so familiar to many of us, covered are:

Right of Lima river:

  • Crinale di Campolino and Valle di Scesta
  • Balzo Nero
  • Monte di Limano and Monte Cimo
  • Monte Mosca, Coronato and Prato Fiorito

Left of Lima river:

  • Penna di Lucchio and Memoriante

This part of the book makes mind travel almost as exciting as travelling for real. The photographs by Paolo Mazzoni are superb and there are over five hundred of them in the book!

 

 

The third part is a ‘quick guide’ to the twenty-five best walks in our area. This is the part that will most appeal to all those in love with our unique landscape. Here is a page from walks nos 3 and 4, dealing with ways of getting to the top of the Balzo Nero, the majestic peak overshadowing the village of Vice Pancellorum.

Even if I think I know some of these places well the author’s skill in finding alternative routes is quite astonishing. All in all I would rate Maestripieri’s book as probably the best to have been published on the Val di Lima mountains .

A book like this can only bring more people from all over the world who are willing to discover our area’s natural delights and learn more about the special cultural features of this remoter part of Tuscany. The fact that it’s titled ‘The Dolomites of Val di Lima’ isn’t an advertising sweetener. Maestripieri truly proves that one doesn’t have to climb up the Marmolada in the North Italian dolomites to experience the thrill of scampering over excitingly-shaped and rewarding rocky mountain slopes. And also in the Val di Lima one is not invaded by hoardes of similar-minded people like one is in the Italian Dolomites. It’s all waiting for you here to discover!

 

The Flying Mule Track

Today the time of living within a drizzly cloud has finally vanished and blue skies and sunshine have returned. An occasion perhaps for re-savouring the pleasures of hillwalking? In the meanwhile, casting my eyes back to January 2008, I came across this incredible walk in neighbouring Lunigiana which takes one down from the village of Vinca to Monzone.

I have already written a post about this walk in June 2013 when I did it a second time with two friends, both of whom are no longer with me in our area: one friend has returned north and the other has gone further afield to the land where none return. The full account of that memorable time on this walk is in my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2013/06/20/magical-mulattiera/ and it cannot be bettered.

Originally a mule-track between  Aiola (alt: 90 metres) and Vinca (alt: 900 metres), path no 39 traverses alp-like pastures, birch forests, exposed rocky outcrops, and chestnut woods to finally enter the cultivated areas of the Lucido valley villages. In addition, along the path one can meet with a sanctuary, several Maestà (little shrines), the ruins of an ancient church, a remote hermitage and a mysterious castle watch tower buried deep in the forest. This truly is a path to experience, although it requires some fitness, a good sense of balance, keenness and perseverance.

The footpath starts from the little village of Vinca which is nestled below 5850 foot high Monte Garnerone.

It first traverses a forest through whose barren winter branches we could see weirdly-shaped exposed rocks. What wonders were around us: the wild crags of the Northern Apuans and the extensiveness of views over the Lucido valley, the timelessness of it all…

Our way then ‘flew’ over an amazing little viaduct .

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Round the corner was the ruined chapel of the ‘Madonna Vecchia Di Vinca’ which still has traces of painted decoration on the wall. Under the shadow of a projecting rock, the chapel made a welcome stop and shelter. A legends say that here the Madonna summoned a fountain from barren rocks and, indeed, there is still a trickle of water by the chapel. Other stories relate that the chapel was gobbled up by ants and that the only animals that could pass it were dogs as all other creatures were considered inferior.

The path continues on a metal gangplank across one stretch which has fallen down due to a landslide. Holding on for dear life to an iron chord against the rock face, we negotiated this stretch without difficulty (just didn’t look down!)

 

On both occasions I undertook this walk by the time I’d reached the sign indicating a detour to the ‘Eremo di San Giorgio’ I was too tired to add the extra mileage. Will there be a next time when I will make it there?  The remains of the hermitage are on top of a ridge around 2950 feet high. It was built in the seventeenth century but was abandoned in 1779 when the order was dissolved by order of the grand duke of Tuscany. The hermitage appeared to be a substantial construction with two stories, a church, bell tower, refectory and twelve friars’ cells. Now, however, I am told little remain and the hermitage is being dissolved into the encroaching ravages of vegetation and time. I wonder what it must have been like to be a friar there?

Path no 39 now becomes tamer and enters a thick forest in the centre of which we could see the ruins of what seemed to be a castle keep. In fact, ‘Il Castellaccio’ was a defense watch-tower for the Vinca valley and, despite my best attempts, I was unable to find a way past the surrounding walls into the tower itself.

The last part of this stupendous walk brought us to Aiola and thence to Equi Terme railway station.

PS Dear reader I hope that by this time you’ll have realised it wasn’t the mule that was flying but the mule-track!