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Tag Archives: Podere Montecucco
Yet More Snow. PHD
On Sunday I did what I do far too seldom – I went out with camera just for the hell of it. It is what I used to do once upon a time – speculative photography, recording anything which struck … Continue reading
Posted in Articles, Italian Life
Tagged Italy, Podere Montecucco, snow, Umbria, winter
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An Italian winter – words from beneath the snow. PHD
It must have been around 1.00am this very morn that I woke with a bright shaft of light coming through one of those many cracks where my renovated shutters do not quite reach the window frame. A full moon was … Continue reading
Posted in Articles, Italian Life, Notes from the field
Tagged Hunters, Italy, Nutters' Hill, Podere Montecucco, snow
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Italian Tale 3 – Seven years and no (h)itch. PHD
Isolation makes one reflective I find…we have been cut off for days, unable to get any vehicle close to the house as the often dry ditch that marks a part of the border of our plot is now a raging … Continue reading
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Tagged economic prospects, flooding, freelancing, Italy, optimism, Podere Montecucco, resourcefulness, variety
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Time passes, time passes. PHD
Far too frequently I just cannot believe the way time passes or, perhaps, how my perception of that passage has changed. I still remember, as a child, those seemingly endless nose-pressed-against-the-window days as rain drops chased one another and I longed … Continue reading
Memories are made of this…PHD
On his last post Clay asked about the connection of our readers with nature, well I, for one, cannot imagine my life without being metaphorically ‘plugged in’ to what is around me. Through times of blissful joy and even deep … Continue reading →