Doing the Right Thing...

For any newbies to this blog I will explain first that its predominantly for ME and not really for YOU, it's a outlet for my creative juices to flow and congeal. A means to capture memories and thoughts, consisting primarily of my musings interspersed with  blatant lies, odd photo's, inane ramblings, occasional moaning, ruminative thoughts and fatuous observations of life as I erroneously understand it...

I've always travelled and I've always written so a blog seemed the obvious modern progression to previous scribblings, so I shall try to continue until the day comes that I can't and I get shoved in to the flames....

If you choose to read then all well and good!

Each sporadic post I publish will always have the same format - a song title track that I own to title the blog post and then some seamlessly linked creative content within. The music is the important bit and will usually be worth a listen if you have the time.

I must make it clear that at NO point in this blog will there be selfies or pictures of plates of food as these are and have always been pet hates and deemed 'totally inappropriate'. Acronyms and Phil Collins are also 'off topic' and deemed 'toxic'.

As I prepare mentally to leave my narrowboat mooring in Lancashire behind along with thirty plus years of work I question whether I am doing the right thing but who ever knows that?....it feels right so let's start from there.

At the end of the day you only get one shot at life!

Life then, should be about being happy and healthy, always a little challenging and definitely fulfilling so this is exactly what this life changing opportunity is all about!

The concept - Head out to Tuscany, Italy to live and work at La Cesa 

http://www.lacesa-tuscany.co.uk/

to learn how a farmhouse with rental apartments, pool, extensive grounds and olive trees is run as a business and be involved in its future plans.

So let's see what happens, eh?

Doing the Right Thing, a haunting song by UK trio 'Daughter' on an album from 2016

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Under the Pressure....

When I first decided to try to teach myself Italian this was the first thing I read:-

'There are four types of REGULAR verbs:

One with infinitives ending in -ARE, one with infinitives ending in -ARE

 and two with infinitives ending in -IRE'

Jesus!, It made absolutely no sense and made me cringe with cranial cramps.

It's like Cryptophasia but your on your own!...(I will wait for you to google it!)

Are you back?.....then Andiamo!

It also made me think back to the poor woman that tried to teach me CSE French and I remember thinking at the time as to why this woman was trying to teach me these ridiculous foreign words as I would NEVER be going that far from home? 

Needless to say I failed, but if the need ever arose I could always tell someone in the Dordogne that had lost their cat that,  ' it was behind the house' in fluent French, albeit with a Lancashire twang!

A few months on and some of it is starting to sink in; my useless suede can now retain a few simple words and even transfer them to speech on occasions. This is how it has to be as there is nothing more important than being able to communicate in the native tongue.

I've been in many places around the world being only able to point at stuff, while making chicken noises and animatedly flapping a pair of pretend wings, stood in the middle of a market trying to hopefully buy some lunch and I can tell you that you feel a right cock!

So, I need to learn the lingo.

But it's damn hard...Molto bloody hard!

Why did the Romans have to make it so screamingly difficult?

What did the Romans ever do for us?

Rules of pronunciation....that's one thing they did, then they threw in Consonants, double consonants, stress, Nouns, pronouns, adjectives, prepositions, conjunctions, verbs, adverbs, Masculines, feminines, transgender plural Irregularities...to name but a few!

Turning the pages of the basic beginners ladybird book of 'Italian for thick northern chumps' it looked like a big bowl of alphabetti spaghetti had been poured on to the pages to me and after hours and hours of studying, very little was sinking in. My poor brain found itself under pressure and was being overloaded with incomprehensible Aggettivi Possessivi articles and 'Il Passato prossimo'... the past tense, tormenting and taunting me every night.

Slowly, slowly words started to be remembered, with regular sessions being the key.

The numbers, the greetings, then the verbs...what was masculine?, what was feminine?

and soon it was starting to make a little bit more sense.

At least it's a start, at least now it will allow me to order a drink, maybe buy some food and perhaps say ta-ra to someone without sounding like a prize pollock!

But there is a long, long way to go.....

'Under the Pressure' is the title track of a brilliant album called 'Lost in the Dream' by The War on Drugs from 2014 and comes highly recommended.

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Yes, the rumours are true....
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Ciao for Now

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Experiment 1

We are the Pigs....

Now, getting towards the end of the week it was time to step it up and the Barbierro was the weapon of choice for today, a nice little multi-functional tractor. With the front end mower attached it was a nimble tool for cutting around the olive trees. Later, with the rear roller and mower combination it was time to tackle the big field at the front.

The woods at the rear are extensive, unexplored yet by us, but they continue right over to lake Trasimeno and into Umbria. Walkers and mountain bikers use the paths occasionally. Tuscany, however, has a serious wild pig (cinghiale) problem  and I think the majority of them seem to live here in these woods. They come down at night in large numbers and root around the property, leaving tell tale holes and trotter tracks.

Plans are afoot to curtail the nocturnal activities of the tasty little porkers ....but not just now so we headed up the hill to for our evening meal at trattoria 'La Grotta', hidden down one of the many narrow streets that wind around the old hilltop town.

It's time to leave the farmhouse retreat and head back home, we have eaten too much!

Catching the Saturday morning train the weather has changed today, cooler and cloudy. It was a reminder that we are still in the winter months but the week has been warm and sunny. Many of the Italians are still wrapped up in their familiar 'Puffa' coats and an incredible amount of Norwegian 'Napapijri'!.....not surprised, it's raining!

So much for heading for the marina.....we head for a glass or two instead.

An uplifting 'Suede' song to end on and a fitting end to (a) being around the wild boar and (b) indulging in gastromony far too much.....' We are the Pigs!'

Across a Wire...

Across a Wire....

The outside light, which is the home of an old crow, hasn't worked for ages so the first job of the morning was to take it down and find out why. On inspection, it revealed that the crow was indeed dead, deceased, no longer with us, devoid of life, insentient, departed from this world, passed on etc etc....and the light fitting was not much better!

Off we trolleyed in the pickup into our nearest town, Camucia.

We have got to know Camucia quite well now so it wasn't a problem finding some new fittings in the little electrical shop to make the repair. Being a Thursday we also knew from past experience that Thursday in Camucia was market day and market day meant it was Porchetta day! 

The porchetta man gets through two whole pigs in a morning and sells the speciality cooked meat sliced directly off the pig on the stall, it has been seasoned with garlic, rosemary, fennel and olives and packed into a bun and tastes Buonissimo!

Returning back to finish the light it was then about time the bonfire got started.

 

Cleverly, I've got a double whammy here, the title, 'Across a Wire' for the the light wiring job and the artist being the 'Counting Crows'..... pass the Prosecco!

Can U Dig It....

The sun came out again today, and it came streaming through the window as soon as the shutters opened in the morning.

Shorts donned and coffee consumed and we poured out into the garden to see what the day's activities would inspire us. The iris beds up the sides of the drive had become heavily overgrown and choked so we set about digging them out....Jeez, 3 hours later we had only done a few feet so after lunch we needed a new plan. Out came the Briggs & Stratton rotavator to speed up the work. By the end of the afternoon we had done the lot. 

There is about 15 acres with the property, lots of terraces and lawns and the upkeep to keep it looking well is immense. The good thing for us is that all the work is outside in the sunshine so it doesn't really feel like it's a chore, in fact it's not a chore at all...it's therapeutic and an enjoyable way to spend the days.

By teatime its become chilly, so it's inside the farmhouse where the fires have been burning away all day to make it a cosy place to retire to as another evening feast is prepared for us all to enjoy.

It's not a bad life here in Italy.

'Can u Dig It?' By the Mock Turtles in 1991 but might have been a PWEI original, I'm not sure so you will have to look it up if your that bothered....I like this version anyhow!