…and into the hills of Tuscany.
By way of long, winding roads: nothing too steep, nothing really hard, but on and on and on, with the occasional monster-truck laden with marble from the quarries or vast cargos of timber, to the point where by late afternoon I for one was finding my enthusiasm for the wonderful scenery somewhat tempered by a longing for somewhere to stop. And shower. And take a comfy seat, with a nice glass of red close to hand.
Cheers!
Villages up here are quite different from those on the coast, perched improbably on jagged hilltops, looking functional rather than picturesque – none of the Farrow and Ball look. But solid, and dignified, and true to themselves.
Lucca tomorrow, a treat in prospect, though with the chances of rain apparently around 80%, we’re probably going to have to dig out the gear that’s been buried till now. Into every life…
Jens has played another blinder with the accommodation – witness the view from our veranda.