Day 36. Wed 5th May.
Ah the dawn chorus isn’t it amazing how many birdcalls sound like an unanswered telephone.
The early morning mist on the hillsides was actually rising from our sodden abode and us.
The mud wrestling had taken its toll but al least we had a good night, in spite of the mud preventing us from levelling the wang and clinging on for dear life all night
A decision was made and we headed off for Pisa. An hour and a half away and an easy train ride into Florence, we weren’t giving up yet.
Our camping book described the site as flat and though the whole journey was in torrential rain we lived in hope of a dry landing.
It was dryish, at least the bit we set up on plus it was blissfully flat. Nothing like a night clinging onto the edge of the bed so you don’t roll out, to make you appreciate such luxurious comforts.
Had a snack in the site café, served by our second nominee for “Glum Italy 2010”, as her only customers we were clearly delaying her headlong rush into a permanently vegetative state.Discovered podcasts and caught up with the Archers. Early night
Rob and Andy have been living and making together since 1990. We love all things art and design, travel, music, cinema, the joys of eco renovating a mid century house & garden and our beloved hound Molly.
Oh my goodness I had no idea camping was such a peril. What do you mean you've had to cling on to the side of the bed, does that mean you've been sleeping at an incline all this time? I never fancied camping before, you have put me off forever! Fi xx
ReplyDeleteI am a bit confused with the reference to 'flat'. I was under the impression that wangs had feet that you adjusted to make them flat! Or did you forget the spirit level!
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