Another soggy day. Not sure if it’s this Storm Babet that seems to be laying waste to most of Europe, but whatever it is it’s awful wet where we’ve been, but thankfully not cold. Still takes the edge off things but.
Apparently we’ve been passing through some of the loveliest scenery in Italy, but it’s hard to appreciate in monochrome (grey) with eyes fixed to the road, just hanging onto Jens’s back wheel as he tries to reel in the miles to get us to our destination before the promised deluge arrives around five.
We did stop off for lunch at a wonderful mountain town called Anghiari, but didn’t get a chance to appreciate it – too much time pressure. Turned a corner on departure to find the view above – jaw-dropping. Now that’s what I call a Roman road.
Ended up almost making it to our hotel before the s hit the f. Almost. Maybe 15 minutes short when things turned distinctly aquatic. Finally arrived (at, as per, the top of a relentless five k climb) like a pair of drowned rats. The hotel man was admirably sanguine about the whole thing; doubtless seen it all before.
Jut to seal the deal, found out leaving the very nice little pizzeria we’d found that it was once again teeming down. Jens had very sensibly brought his rain jacket. Me, not so much. *sigh*
Apparently it’s not going to rain tomorrow. Hooray!
And now for the cabaret, Jens, with a traditional Viking rain dance.