Seven Nation Army...

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I haven't blogged for a while as (a) I haven't been anywhere of note and (b) I have mainly been looking after the guests. I have realised that some folk like to go off every day and see lots of places with statues with little penises and paintings of old ladies looking sad and others are happy enough to sit and relax by the pool with a glass of Prosecco and a copy of the Radio Times(JB?)
But anyway, still no rain and therefore the guests here have been enjoying the sunshine everyday in the 30's and getting as 'brown as cupboards'.
But this afternoon, I'm going to take a short break and I'm off about 10 miles down the road to have a look at Castiglione Del Lago.

We are now in Umbria, at another smaller medieval town on the side of Lake Trasimeno.
Here, this castle and fortress was probably on the market in the Middle Ages, about 1247 and built by Freddy the 2nd of this manor . Notice the TV Ariel on the ramparts...I bet even back then it was dodgy reception trying to tune in for the 'Gladiator' finals in Rome! 

But let me take you back a bit further to 24 June 217BC....

Those of you that payed attention during your 'CSE' level history will undoubtably be aware that around here some serious battles were fought. This was when Hannibal was alive. Hannibal Barca ( no relation of Ronnie) was a Carthaginian, from Carthage, which doesn't exist know so let's just say he was from around where Tunisia 🇹🇳is now. He didn't like the Romans (hey, who does?, big noses, straight roads....) so he trekked over the Alps on an elephant to sort them out. It was here that he hid in the woods and waited to ambush them. The Romans, led by 2 generals, Bigguss Diccuss and Anus Maximus were no match for sneaky Hannibal, and using a new blindside and open 'flanker' system, he sent his number 6's and 7's around the back and gave them a right fisting up the rear! 15 thousand were killed here and it still remains the biggest ambush in history...until Trump does North Korea I suppose!
Now, at the 'Fortress of the Lion', as it is referred as, there isn't even one elephant to be seen, not even a statue....just some quaint old cobbled streets with nice wine bars serving wooden platters of Umbrian cold meats and local cheeses...!

See, no mention of a festa....they have one every week for just about everything you could think of....
...Well, there is the 'fry the cute bunny in the pan' festa coming up.....I kid you not!
Look!....


Today's track to accompany the the blog is by the 'White Stripes', being a big fan of Jack and Meg White Iv picked this track quite cleverly from their 2003 album 'Elephant'....


Sent wi' th'ipad

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