Mazzolia and Volterra.
Today we enjoy an hour and a half’s drive through the justifiably famed Tuscan countryside, in search of a dry herb garden that closed three years ago.! A rather harem scarum wiggle along dirt tracks finds us in the miniscule heart of Mazzolia. Roads so narrow a man painting his windows had to move his ladder so we could scrape by. After an hours fruitless searching, hunger drives us to the hill town of Voterra.
Its medieval winding and picturesque streets are teeming with tourists but we are really only interested in finding a great place to eat. The Rough Guide comes up trumps. The area is famed for its hunting (roadside signs warn of hunting dogs) and our menu is peppered with Deer, Wild boar and Rabbit. Having polished off steaming platefuls of Pinky and Perkys near relations, Bamby and Peter Rabbit we are revived enough to seek out the Tourist office where we discover the details of why we couldn’t locate the garden.
After a scenic drive home Molly is delighted to see us. We have taken to filling doggy bags with the bones from our lunches and today’s was an especial treat.
A load of old cobbles.
More lurking.
Another bloody Tuscan hilldown.