Wednesday, 9 September 2009

The Party-goers of Peralta

A terrace looking out over the Mediterranean with a backdrop of Tuscan alps. Candlelight, a full moon, a warm early September evening. An Irish fiddle player and a banjo are rehearsing jigs and reels. Oceans of sparkling Prosecco are fizzing in our glasses and on the table rolled turkey breast stuffed with lemon, oregano and thyme, a wheat salad called Farro, Tuscan borlotti beans, and chargrilled aubergines marinated in olive oil and garlic.

A light breeze is ruffling the napkins and tossing the candle flames around in their glass jars. Wisps of cloud blow over the moon and a thunderstorm is flashing over distant mountains. It is the end of summer here - a return of cooler weather and hoped for rainfall to save the olive harvest.

Soon I'm going to be on my way back to England - this time with a lot of regret. I've had almost two weeks of sunshine and space to write - met some fantastic people - and fallen in love with Italy all over again. But hopefully I'll be coming back. Someone has very generously offered to lend us a house for a few months over the winter and, if I pay for a broadband connection, I can do my Open University creative writing tutoring on-line, coming back to England only to run dayschools and sort out the logistics of the new book. It all sounds too good to be true at the moment. Fingers crossed!

4 comments:

  1. Always enjoyed fine writing. Thanks.

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  2. Send a poet to describe a scene and what do you get? Poetry.
    Lovely post Kathleen.
    I am so pleased you have had a wonderful time in Italy, it has sounded heavenly.
    The plus side is of course that you are going home to another beautiful place.

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  3. That's right Al, I couldn't bear coming back if I didn't have somewhere so lovely on this side of the water!

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  4. Thanks to Khanh Ha and Al for the compliments. As a writer you always hope that the words you choose will give pleasure!

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