A Year in Italy
|The house as we first saw it|
We are very lucky and I'm trying to repay my good fortune by doing as much writing as I can, though the temptation just to loll about on the terrace with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other is sometimes irresistible. We've now been here through all the seasons and in July the weather is getting very hot (touching 40 the other day) and the olive grove which, a couple of weeks ago was waist high in grass and wild flowers, has begun to look like a desert. It's the fire-risk season and the owners are obliged to strim the grass as a precaution. Having had a wild fire within a few hundred yards of the house last year we can understand the need. But it's hard not to regret the loss of the flowers - though most would have died from the drought anyway. It probably won't rain again now until the beginning of September.
The main change here is that Neil has built himself a little hut - just a roof on posts with cane blinds around two sides - to use as a studio. In just a couple of weeks it's gone from this -