It's goodbye to Italy for a while and hello to rainy England! All I can do is look at the photographs and listen to the music. There was a great deal of it at Peralta. Memories of friends busking in the square at Pietrasanta, Irish fiddle music on the terrace for Easter, blues guitar in the bar during the writing course. I love most kinds of music and used to sing in a folk group a long time ago. This is a very early Tuscan folk song, in dialect, that will always remind me of my winter in Tuscany.