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Wednesday 4th June 2014.

 Today is the day we have set aside to explore the region to the south of Asti, including Alba and at  Maurizio’s suggestion we follow the wine trail to visit such small towns as Govone, Priocca, Magliano Alfieri, Castagnito, Neive and Barbaresco. The last-mentioned is the most touristy of the region, with many, Germans, Belgians and Dutch in evidence. The glorious scenery in this part of Piemonte never ceases to amaze us and with the notable exception of Barbaresco it’s a welcome change to be able enjoy the sights without hordes of tourists.

Alba is a delightful town,more impressive than Asti and we enjoy lunch and a glass of the local wine in the main square. Whilst Alba is best known for the wines and truffles in this area it has much to offer with its cobbled streets, medieval towers and Renaissance and Baroque palaces.

With the weather gods once more smiling on us we take a pleasant stroll around the town before heading south towards Diano d’Alba. Our route then takes us north-east to Canelli through still more stunning scenery, on to Nizza Monferrato and finally Rochetta Tanaro where we buy some wine from the Cantine Post Dal Vin winery. The owners are friends of Maurizio and he buys his wine for the agriturismo from them. He had visited the winery earlier in the day to tell them of our possible visit and they made us very welcome. We purchased two bottles of their best red and we ended up with a bonus bottle of red and a bottle of sparkling wine , both gratis.

The usual fine meal from Mara finishes off another thoroughly enjoying day in this surprisingly unheralded part of Italy.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Monday 2nd June 2014

Great breakfast in keeping with everything else at Villa Pardi.

On a beautiful sunny morning we take our time to pack our bags and bring blog and blog photos up-to-date. Check out at 11.00 and spend a short time sitting by their superb pool, which unfortunately we have not been able to use.

Cinzia, the owner of Villa Pardi had given us instructions to find the nearest ATM but had not told us that it was over 10kms away. We, therefore, spent quite some time backtracking before giving up and heading off towards Genoa. After a fairly lengthy drive came across Massarosa, the location of the above Bankomat!

Finally, we pick up the main autostrada to Genoa which from time to time gives us glimpses of the lovely towns along the Cinque Terre. We again marvel at the Italian genius for building some truly breathtaking freeway bridges and tunnels through the mountainous coastal regions and we wonder how Maureen, even with her new-found determination to handle vertigo problems, would have coped with some of these sections of the autostrada. Shortly after Genoa we turn north on the E 25 towards Alessandria and eventually arrive our accommodation for the next 4 nights, Bramaluna B&B.

This is set up in the hills above the city of Asti ( of Asti Spumante fame ) and we are welcomed by the extrovert owner Maurizio who is also an architect. He has used his talents to convert an old farmstead into a modern, beautifully appointed house with a number of guest rooms the home decor is superb.

As we are the only guests at present we are given a choice of rooms and opt for the one on the top floor with balcony where he serves us tea and biscuits shortly after our arrival. We have booked evening dinner and shortly before the meal arrives Maurizio introduces us to his elegant wife, Mara, who cooks all of the meals. What follows is one of the best meals of our trip with five courses of local organic produce, as befits a B&B situated in Piemonte, home of the Slow Food movement.

Maurizio speaks reasonable is his own excitable way and seems determined to use us as an English lesson, giving me little opportunity to fine tune my Italian, which is gradually improving after a shaky start on this holiday.

Go to bed hoping that we will see more of the improved weather on the next day and that this bloody leg of mine will give me less grief.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Tuesday 3rd June 2014

No surprise that continental breakfast is beautifully presented and ideal after some fairly heavy breakfasts at some of our previous stays.

Maurizio provides us with maps and brochures of Asti and the area and on reading some of material I have noted how often they refer to buildings and sites being very ‘ suggestive’.

For a while I was looking forward to various houses and ladies of ill repute when it dawned on me that the writer had done a direct translation of the Italian word ‘ suggestivo’ which usually means  ‘evocative’, or ‘enchanting’ or ‘ interesting’. Life is full of disappointments!

We take the short drive into Asti to purchase train tickets for our trip to Turin later in the week and find that the town is far more appealing than we had expected. Whilst it certainly doesn’t have the ‘wow’ factor’ of other cities visited the narrow streets of a ‘ pedestrians -only’ area  have a charm and ambience of their own.

We have decided to take an afternoon drive north-west out of Asti on an historic trail to the small town of Cocconato. This lovely little town is a real surprise and we are able to get some very tasty piadine for lunch. The green rolling hills of the area, whilst less dramatic than those of Umbria and Tuscany ,offer some magnificent vistas both on the journey up to Cocconato and back through the towns of Montiglio, Rinco, Frinco and Castel’Alfero. Rinco, in particular, was fascinating as at first sight it seemed to be a town that the world had forgotten. However, on closer inspection we saw evidence that the town, with a large fortress, is a work in progress with lots of renovation taking place.

We return to Bramaluna to relax and do such things as writing this blog before enjoying what will no doubt be more of Mara’s superb culinary creations for dinner.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Sunday 1st June 2014

A great agriturismo breakfast and a gloriously sunny day make for a wonderful start to the last day of our European journey with Maureen and John and a visit to Pitigliano caps off what has been a fantastic experience.

I had been told so much about Pitigliano by Ross Bromel , Jane Yates and Peter Coates that I had become concerned that the town would not live up to the hype. Nothing could have been further from the truth and it’s difficult to come up with enough superlatives to describe its spectacular location, on a precipitous rocky outcrop. It is quite simply like nothing else we have ever seen on our travels. Sadly, we only have about 3 hours to tour the town but this us enough time to view the immense aqueduct, the Etruscan tombs which dot the cliff face and the Jewish Ghetto.

Dave in Jewish Ghetto with Tommy Cooper’s brother

The visit to the town is made even more memorable when yours truly discovers that he has mislaid the car keys. J and I make a quick walk back to the car as I recalled that I last had them when I was putting a bandage on my troublesome left knee ( not my titanium knee which just rusts!). On arrival back at the car we find that a very kind old man had placed the keys, which had obviously dropped out of my pocket, under the driver ‘s door handle. I seriously thought of giving him a hug and a kiss on both cheeks but settled for an expression of heartfelt thanks for his helping me  to avoid a potential disaster. John and I return to the girls and although nothing is said I feel sure that all three of my travelling companions are gloating that after all the blog barbs this old bastard has finally got his comeuppance.

We eventually drop M and J off at Orvieto train station and say our goodbyes.

We have been together for just short of four weeks and they have been great travel companions. All too often we here of friendships being destroyed by a holiday together but the dynamics of our foursome have been fantastic all along. Hopefully J and M feel the same way!

We are on our way north by just after 1.00 pm and have decided to stick to the toll autostradas all the way to the agriturismo, Villa Pardi a few kms from Lucca.

After having fallen asleep on the Nullabor when driving over to WA in 2009 I decide to take a stop at a freeway parking area and to Gail’s surprise I fall asleep immediately. The 15 minutes of very deep sleep leave me feeling very refreshed for the remainder of the trip and Gail very happy that I have obviously learned a lesson from my Nullabor experience.

By the time we arrive at Villa Pardi the knee is in a pretty bad way so at the recommendation of Cinzia, the owner of Villa Pardi, we take a very short drive to a nearby restaurant, Il Borghetto.

The seafood dinner is as good as any on this trip and very reasonably priced. Once again we see evidence of the cross- generational family culture with large groups out for an evening meal.

Villa Pardi is a very fine large house about 300 years old and for future reference it is perfect for anyone wishing to stay near to Lucca without the hassle of staying right in the centre.

Off to bed with me full of Nurufen tablets and hoping that my troublesome ‘good’ knee will come good the next day.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Saturday 31st May 2014.

 No surprise to find that we get up to an absolute downpour and once more remind Barry of his initial glowing praise of the climate in this area. However, the girls are presented with a fine linen apron as a farewell gift and one has to say that Barry and Beaulah have established a superb house and garden for guests to enjoy and it is just unfortunate that we have not been able to spend more time either in the pool or lounging by it. We have instead compensated for this by making far more visits to some magnificent locations in Umbria so we can’t really complain.

Set off on the fairly long drive to Orvieto, a city which Maureen and John have not previously visited. M had predicted that the weather would clear up for our visit and her prediction was spot on as we were able to stroll around the centre in glorious sunshine.

On arrival we manage to get a good parking spot near Via Roma and walk a short distance for our usual coffee break.

The jaw-dropping view of Orvieto from a distance as we approached the city had given M and J some idea of the special place that the city holds among so many hilltop towns. Rising 300 metres sheer from the valley floor it is more of a cliff top than hilltop town and it is this superb setting and of course the Gothic Duomo which make it one of the most popular tourist destinations in Italy.

The cathedral, with its unbelievably beautiful facade, never loses its impact and it is a testimony to its unique beauty that M and J, after seeing so many fine churches,find this awe-inspiring. ( as  G and I do )

After enjoying a takeaway lunch on a park bench we stroll to the funicular which takes us down to the railway station to book the Nichs’ tickets to Rome for next day. Maureen is doing a sterling job in tackling her vertigo demons and copes with the fairly steep funicular very well.

Having sorted the tickets we continue our journey to our accommodation for the night which is 6 kms out of Pitigliano. On the way out of Orvieto we are able to take more stunning photos of this amazing town and as a bonus we gain our first sight of the much-vaunted Pitigliano.

Dinner is taken at Poggio di Tufo, our agriturismo, but not before we have knocked back a bottle of Montefalco Sagrantino to celebrate on the last evening of our trip together.

Poggio di Tufo is a fine agriturismo and especially for Gail and myself it’s great to enjoy a lovely hot shower. At La Torretta we ended up with the larger of the two rooms booked and on the ground floor but the shower had been one of those traditional English styles with a hand-held shower head which could not be attached any where and set in a very deep bath which almost required crampons to climb into! Climbing out was almost tantamount to abseiling.

Off to bed looking forward to seeing the remarkable Pitigliano at close quarters.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Friday 30th May 2014

Wake up to some very heavy fog over the valley below the villa but with a promise of 24 degrees later in the day.

We have decided to have a very relaxing day at the villa before the long drive south on Saturday.

However, we meet up with Barry who is cleaning  the pool and he suggests that we visit Montone, a small hilltop town ( is there any other type in Italy?) which he says is a hidden gem.

Before setting off we do give Barry a bit of grief on his comments when we first arrived at La Torretta that the weather patterns are always favourable and the rough weather almost never affects this area. We remind him that we have had rain on virtually every day and have been hit by some severe thunder and hail storms. He falls back on the final refuge of all locals which is to say ” you should have been here last week” or ” this is very unseasonable”. The only thing in Barry’s favour is that in his present work checking the safety of hot air balloons he is able to provide very accurate predictions. Today he smilingly lets us know that the afternoon will be wet so we should get off to Montone this morning.

Montone is indeed a gem, perched high on a hill, far from the madding crowds of tourists and with some beautiful buildings, alleyways and offering glorious views of the surrounding hills.

We find a great little coffee bar on the main square although the coffee is still a bit too strong for Maureen. We have , therefore, decided to buy a single coffee bean which we will hand over to any coffee bar on arrival and after they have dipped it very quickly into the hot water we will retrieve the said single coffee bean for re-use at the next coffee stop. Problem solved!

We return to the villa with the weather good enough for us to eat out on the veranda for once but the threatening skies are looming on the horizon and before long we have the now familiar deluge. Faced with few alternatives we just relax indoors before driving the village of Niccone about 15 kms north of the villa for dinner at Locanda di Nonna Gelsa.

We have some organic waste to drop off in one of the roadside bins and on the way to Niccone Gail provides us with another G moment when she says we must find a ‘refuge’ bin instead of ‘ refuse’ ( rifiuti in Italian ). We were still trying to find out what Gail is taking refuge from when we arrive at the superb little restaurant which Barry has recommended in his notes. Chiara, who is serving us, speaks fluent English and we enjoy a great evening meal in a restaurant which is packed to the rafters by the time we leave at 9.30.

Off to Orvieto and Pitigliano tomorrow.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

Thursday 29th May

After so much driving on previous days we had made a decision to travel the relatively short distance to Lago Trasimeno , taking the minor road via Umbertide, Mercatale and Tuoro. However, before getting on our way over the mountains we stopped at the small town of Niccone to book a table at Locanda di Nonna  Gelsa, a small restaurant recommended by Barry Bower. It was closed when we arrived but an elderly lady’s head appeared from a window above the restaurant and I was able to organise things for Friday evening. I suspect that this may  have been our first contact with ‘Nonna’ but we will no doubt find out in due course.

The drive across the mountain range is very picturesque and we arrive at Passignano on the eastern shore of the lake in time to stop for our obligatory coffee and pastries and the catch the 12.45 ferry over to Isola Maggiore in the middle of the lake.

Barry’s notes had recommended a restaurant De Sauro on the island and we enjoyed a lovely lunch overlooking the lake.

We had ample time to take a leisurely stroll around the island before taking the ferry back to Passignano. Gail was a bit ambivalent about driving round to Castiglione, the main town on the western shore of the lake but I felt that it would be worth the detour.

This made us slighter later than we wanted to be for our return to our villa and we then had to make a choice between returning via the minor road or taking the autostrada. It came to my casting vote and I , with no argument from anyone else, opted for the autostrada.

Approaching Perugia we encountered some VERY heavy traffic and In a criticism of myself I commented that this had probably not been the best option What followed bordered on farce when Gail responded by giving me a verbal barrage and in a very defensive mode told me not to have a go at her. When I pointed out that I was, in fact, merely criticising myself Gail told me that she would appreciate it if I could criticise myself more quietly. By now the Nicholsons in the back were cracking up and even Gail eventually saw the absurdity of the situation.

Arrived back at the villa after a very demanding drive dealing with even more manic Italian drivers than usual and Gail with her eyes closed and her hands clasped together. Obviously visiting so many religious locations is finally having some effect.

I for one am feeling totally shattered so it’s off to bed very early by my standards.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Wednesday 28th May 2014

We leave the villa shortly after 9.00 am with our first destination the pilgrimage city of Assisi. Once again the weather is not what one would expect at this time of year but at least it’s not raining when we arrive at this iconic city which is the third most visited religious centre in Italy after St Peter’s in Rome and Padre Pio’s shrine in La Puglia.

On the uphill walk to the world famous Basilica di San Francesco we come across a cafe which offers great coffee and pastries. Maureen is delighted when she is able to place her order in Italian without any problems- a giant leap for Maureen-kind!

The Basilica never disappoints and I think both Maureen and John find it quite awe- inspiring. This is not the first visit by G and I but nothing diminishes the magnificence of the largest Francescan church in the world. The frescoes by Giottto in the upper church are worth the visit on their own.

One does not need to be religious to be affected by the quiet reference shown by visitors, especially in the Crypt where the tomb of the saint is located.

However, there is far more to Assisi than the Basilica and we take a longer stroll around the city to enjoy its location on the slopes of Mt Subasio and offering a great view of the Vale of Spoleto.

J gives us one of fairly frequent ‘J’ moments when he inadvertently refers to the escalator which had previously brought us up from the car park as the ‘excavator’. As none of us relished the thought of being perched on a front- end loader we opted to take the steps down!

From the city we take the long winding drive up to the beautiful hermitage called the Eremo dei Carceri which Saint Francis and his followers used as a peaceful retreat. It really is a gloriously serene spot and the bronze sculpture of the saint lying on his back gazing at the stars and the wildlife perfectly symbolises the saint’s life.

The reclining St Francis at the Eremo dei Carcerai

In fairly gloomy weather we move on the lovely small town of Bevanda which for once is not a hilltop town. G and I had visited this town on a previous visit and it proved to be more impressive than we could recall.

The old men of Bevagna and the old man from Oz!

In contrast, Montefalco, the so-called Ringhiera dell’Umbria ( Balcony of Umbria ), with its 360 degrees views over the surrounding area, seems to make far less of an impression on us this time around. Maybe it suffers from comparison with the many hilltop towns that we have seen during this trip.

Overlooking the Umbrian Countryside from Montefalco

Andy and Mo had visited to delightful town of Spello during their recent holiday and had recommended the restaurant Il Cacciatore. We, therefore, headed off to Spello to tour this fine town and have a special evening meal.

However, we had not reckoned with two things. Firstly,since setting out on our trip in April, we, or least Gail and I, have become rain-makers with a very high success rate and this evening was to be no exception. As we arrived the heavens opened  to keep our impressive record intact.

Secondly, we had omitted to factor in the siesta which means that restaurants only open after the break at 7.00 or 7.30 pm. Waiting out in the rain for 2 hours didn’t really appeal so we buy some food and return to the villa for a home-cooked meal, again accompanied by a fine red purchased earlier in Montefalco.

Go to bed hoping and praying that the next day we would be able to take a trip to Lago Trasimeno under sunny skies.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Tuesday 27th May 2014

Craig’s 38th Birthday!

Nothing special on the agenda here at La Torretta so after breakfast we drive into Pierantonio, a small town on the way to Umbertide. Here we find a nice little coffee bar where we can get as good a coffee as we have had on this trip and some tasty pastries to increase our carbohydrate intake. I also find a pharmacy and manage to explain to the chemist that my ears are blocked. Hopefully the ear drops prescribed will do the trick.

Italian driving is providing us with a constant source of entertainment and while in Pierantonio we came down narrow street to find a car parked at a T junction, totally blocking the way. After a little investigation I found out that the female owner was at a house next to the junction having a coffee break. With a grin on her face she drove off in the car to let us get away and promptly returned to the same spot to inconvenience the next driver.

G and M are also able at Pierantonio to buy some food for lunch from the local shops and street market. On arrival back at the villa John goes off for a midday nap, which is apparently a common occurrence at home, while the rest of us have lunch.

The very unreliable internet connection here is driving us crazy but fortunately we have no problems getting through to Craig on Skype to wish the young fellow a happy birthday.  We have a good half hour chat which is the next best thing to being able to have our usual birthday meal together in Aus.

With the weather again looking a bit threatening J and I decide to go on a hike through some of the countryside below our villa. Surprise, surprise the heavens open within 10 minutes of our setting off. Our need to shelter under a tree for a while results in another amusing moment as J starts building a makeshift shelter from the rain with the branches from the tree. As he explained, this was where his 2 years military training came in handy! Not being able to benefit from such training I just stood under the tree but seemed to emerge after the 10 minute break just as dry as John.

The walking trails around these parts are not marked, so we found ourselves stomping through farm paddocks and over a creek before arriving back on the main road to our villa. The last 3 kms was up a fairly steep incline but we both came through with flying colours , albeit looking a bit dishevelled .

Our evening meal is at a restaurant in Pierantonio and M and G order what they believe to be a lamb casserole. Unfortunately, it turns out to be some sort of kidney casserole, which M hates, so we swap dishes. I love kidney so it turns out fine for all concerned.

This is our first meal at a local restaurant , complete with the TV blaring out with some sort of quiz show, but it’s always good to experience such things.

The drive back to the villa is uneventful except for the repeated attempts by the two girls to correctly pronounce the name of the town Umbertide, with the accent on the ‘ber’. M masters this better than G but they both feel that life would be much simpler if it could be pronounced in much the same way as ‘ Humberside’ in the UK!

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Monday 26th May 2014

 Need to tick more off our wish list so we set off to drive to the very impressive town of Cortona, set high on a hilltop north-west of where we are staying. John and Maureen had stayed a week at Cortona a few years ago so they were able to provide us with some advance information. Somehow or other we had managed to miss this absolute gem on our previous visits but we devoted some considerable time in making amends for this omission.

Cortona has been well and truly put on the map courtesy of Francis Mayes book, Under The Tuscan Sun, and tourist numbers have risen dramatically in recent times.

After completing the demanding hike up to the Santuario Di Santa Margherita we meet up with the Beaches from Tampa , Florida and John Beach gives us a quote to remember when his wife tells us that he is always getting lost to which he replied that he “isn’t lost but just misplaced !”

 We also meet up with an English guy who lives within the walls of town and who gives us some interesting info on Cortona. Amongst other things he advises us to visit Eremo Le Celle, a retreat  high in the hills above the town where St Francis of Assisi spent much of his time and gathered his disciples around him. It is set in some magnificent scenery and is very reminiscent of his Eremo dei Carceri near to Assisi.

Maureen & John buying ‘vino rosso molto buono’

Return to find the Conad store open and we are once again able to stock up the larder at the villa. Finish off a most enjoyable day with pasta washed down by a very fine red wine, Amarone della Valpolicella, from Verona. This had been recommended to John by some friends in Busselton.

Travelling in a group of four always throws up some amusing moments and while we are shopping in the Konad store in Ponte Pattoli Gail is reduced to a fit of giggles as she sees me carrying some bottles of wine and vainly trying to catch up with M to put them into the small trolley that M is dragging along at some speed. Every time I get close she seems to accelerate leaving me in her wake. It reminds me of one of those situations where a hitchhiker approaches a car which has stopped only for the vehicle to pull away at the last minute, leaving the hitchhiker stranded. Little things amuse little minds!

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Sunday 25th May 2014

La Torretta

Sunday 25th May 2014

Woke up to a beautiful day and scene looking out over the surrounding countryside. We have made a decision to have a more leisurely day after the hectic pace of the last few weeks and start off by getting all of clothes washing up to date. J and I leave the girls and head off in search of one of the stores recommended by Barry Bower to buy some food for lunch.

We eventually find a delicatessen next to a coffee bar in a small town called Resina and buy the necessary foodstuffs at very reasonable prices.
Barry calls by the villa to check if all is OK and we learn that he was an airline pilot with among others , Cathay Pacific, and knows our friends Malcolm and Lin Ducker very well. It really is a small world.
J puts his chef’s hat on to prepare a lovely salad lunch on the back veranda and then just while away the time for a couple of hours. Barry had also made mention of a Conad supermarket in the nearby Ponte Pattoli so J and I set off in search of this store.Unfortunately, it is closed but it looks the perfect store from which to source all our foodstuffs. Halfway through our drive back to the villa we encounter the mother of all hailstorms and arrive back looking like drowned rats, much to the amusement of the girls.
Dinner is the leftovers of the sausages and steak of the previous evening and we all get to bed at a reasonable hour after a nice, relaxing day.
Cheers
The Obese Ferret.

Saturday 24 th May 2014.

A fairly early start as Andy and Mo have to get their rental car back to Florence by early afternoon.

Mo Andy David Gail Maureen John

Breakfast is basic but probably quite welcome after the gluttony of the past few weeks. We see A and M off up the ‘ road from hell and then check out of Pietra Rosa before setting off to the epitome of a Renaissance city, Urbino which truly does deserve all the superlatives  seen in so many guide books. Federico Da Montefeltro, was the ruler of this city during the 1400’s and has left many legacies of his reign, including the huge, imposing Palazzo Ducale, which has been described as one of the finest buildings of the Renaissance era.  Whilst the Duomo is often described as a ‘ pompous Neoclassical ‘ cathedral  its less ornate interior in fact came as a refreshing change after so many overly ornate churches that we had visited over recent weeks.

As impressive as the buildings are it is Urbino’s fantastic hilltop location that lives long in the memory and after a short walk up Via Raffaello to the Fortress Albornoz we are rewarded with unforgettable views over the surrounding countryside.

Urbino

Overlooking beautiful Urnbino

After Urbino any city will suffer by comparison but the medieval town of Gubbio is still well worth a visit and this is our afternoon stopping place before driving to our villa in Umbria. By this stage we are all fairly tired after our long walks around Urbino so we take a lift up to the centre from the car park.   Gubbio’s main claim to fame is that its Museo Archeologico houses the famous Eugubine Tablets. These were we lookdiscovered by an illiterate shepherd who was later conned into swapping his priceless find for a worthless piece of land. The seven bronze tablets are the only extant record of the ancient Umbrian language , a vernacular tongue without written characters.

The Fontana del Matti ( Fountain of the mad ) is only noteworthy for the tradition  that anyone walking round it three times will end up mad. As we all appear to have reached this state without any help we save our energy and just give it a cursory glance.

In order to arrive at our villa, La Torretta, near to Umbertide, Umbria we move on after a relatively short stay in Gubbio but John provides us  with an amusing moment when we return to the car park. This is located next to an unremarkable Teatro Romano so we were surprised when J expressed interest in taking a closer look. I follow J out of interest, only to find him in the middle of the ruins of the amphitheatre  attending to his bladder problem, after having climbed over the entry turnstile. Ever the exhibitionist!

We are met at La Torretta by the owners, Barry and Beaulah Bower who show us round their beautiful property. It has all that we could wish for and we are all looking forward to our week here.

A quick drive into Umbertide to stock up on provisions and then it’s back to the villa where John cooks  dinner on the BBQ. Barry and Beaulah have given us a very fine bottle of Vino Nobile Di Montepulciano and this goes down a treat with the steak and sausages.

I see Jonny Wilkinson’ s Toulon win the European rugby championship in his last game before retiring. He looks as though he could still play for England. I also settle down to watch the European Champions final between Athletico Madrid and Real Madrid but fall asleep with the scores at 1-1. Eventually wake up to see Real celebrating so off to bed after a surprisingly demanding day of driving. The far heavier volume of traffic in Italy , compared with the Balkan area, makes it a more tiring exercise.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

Friday 23rd May 2014

Not a great night’s sleep on a very noisy ferry but the breakfast on board is passable and we are soon on our way by taxi to Ancona airport to collect our rental car, a Hyundai with surprisingly limited luggage space.

In one of my less inspired moments I suggested that,instead of driving north immediately we should drive to the town of Macerata to the south-west of Ancona.

The writer in the Rough Guide had described the town as ” a hilltop gem which draws the inevitable comparisons with Urbino”. It is undeniably on a hilltop but that’ s the only part of the description that rings true. It is supposedly an ideal place to wind down in the evenings after exploring Le Marche. Unfortunately, we arrived early in the morning so that wasn’t of much help. Our mood wasn’t helped by the fact that we couldn’t change 400 kuna left over from Croatia into euros as that country is not part of the euro zone. Anyway we do find a coffee bar with good coffee and pastries so  we set off  to the north suitably fed and watered again.

We managed to get a surprisingly good salad lunch at one of the autostrada service areas and after a fairly long drive we arrive  on  the outskirts of the great renaissance city of  Urbino. Time being a bit short to do justice to the city we drive to Urbania over a magnificent mountain road which shows  the scenery of this area at its best.

It was then time to find our way to our agriturismo, Pietra Rosa, where we had stayed a few years earlier. Gail’s remarkable navigational memory ( and for once I’m not being facetious ) brought us to our location where we were greeted by the owner, Mauro , and his scruffy old dog Baoli. Unfortunately, Mauro’s wife Jenny was away on holidays so we  missed out on her creative cooking, using local produce, including  flowers!

On our previous visit G and I had both felt that Mauro could have put in more work on the garden, pool and outside areas but it is, if anything , in a worse state than before.  Moreover, Baoli doesn’t appear to have had a wash in the intervening 3 years.However, the rooms are fine and Mauro , whilst not Jenny, does a fairly respectable job  in cooking the evening meal.

My nephew Andy and his wife Mo arrived to join us for a one-night stay before  flying back to the UK the next day  and as always it’s great to catch up with them both.  It’ s just a pity that  the tyranny of distance  makes these occasions  all too rare. The road into Pietra Rosa is less than perfect and I was blamed by A  and M for  selecting this place . We do have form in this regard as we  had selected  as a venue for my 60 th a farmhouse high in the hills near Florence  accessible only by  a goat track in terrible condition. However, on this occasion I was an innocent party as G had booked Pietra Rosa without any involvement from me.

Before dinner we  sit outside for a while  to enjoy some white and red wine. Andy had kindly brought us a bottle of  very fine Sagrantino Passito, from a grape found only in the Montefalco region of Umbria, I had bought a quality bottle of red in a local bottle shop and John had also purchased a red in Split which Andy quickly described as p.ss. In fact , if anyone had passed this they would have had serious health problems. Nevertheless, J and I manfully  persisted in drinking it as we both hate to see any wine go to waste.

All in all a great time was had by all in this lovely location.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret