I'd relied upon Tuscany to provide me with much blog worthy material
but, as the prevalent exclamatory writing style has it.
There was a cat. Monroe.
On a nice mat.
And a couple of shadow opportunities
when a fitful sun appeared.
But mostly it was about dodging the torrents.
This one at the top of the Torre Grossa in San Gimignano.
And lamenting the presence of chainsaws
in the valley below our house.
Yes down there in the fog.
8.30 until 5.00 unless it rained.
On the plus side, the food is not affected by rain.
And the chainsaws cannot follow one into restaurants.
Also it was very green and the wildflowers were abundant.
And I wasn't once bitten by a mosquito.