Monday picked up where Sunday had left off, with more work on
covering the chickens. Before that, though, my first job was to go and buy a little more of the netting as
we were slightly short to finish the job. So after another trip through
Pescia to the Agraria di Vita, and a subsequent stop at Frateschi for more cable
ties and reels of wire, I headed home to attempt to finish the job.
Well, I didn’t quite finish the job, even with Helen’s help
in the afternoon. We had clearly underestimated just how long stitching the edges of net together would take (with cold, stiff fingers working way above our heads in a working position that gave us both dead arms and cricked necks), although by the time darkness fell the chickens were at least completely covered and there was just a couple of edges to finish stitching together at
the next available opportunity.
On Tuesday I headed up to Vellano to put in a morning's work
with David, leaving Helen to work in front of her computer
amidst the cosy glow of the office wood burner.
After a late lunch I headed back out to bother the chickens again and to do some more finger-numbing stitching, which involves twisting narrow gauge
wire through the holes of each net to create a seam. The technique works
remarkably well but as I’ve already said, is somewhat time consuming and as
such, by the end of the day I had once again failed to
finish the job - although not by a lot and we did at least now had the piece of mind that any
potential carriers of bird flu would not find easy entry into the chickens' enclosure to spread disease and death.
On Wednesday, after a walk in the woods with Reggie I spent yet more time twiddling wire as well as doing a few odd jobs around the place. On my wanders with Reggie I stopped to pick some Brussels sprouts from our veg beds and was surprised and delighted to find tiny, perfect little cauliflowers starting to take shape, and our garlics - planted just a few weeks ago - really shooting up.
On Thursday morning, Helen hopped into the car and headed into Pescia to
meet Sue for coffee and a catch-up, leaving me to work on the upper terraces in
readiness for our gang of friends to descend the following day - Friday was to be our turn to
benefit from their hard work in the latest of our 'community days' and I wanted to be as
prepared as possible for when they got here.
I spent the morning cutting through the gnarly, twisty tree
heathers that seem to edge the upper terraces along both sides, in the
process freeing up a corbezzolo (strawberry tree) which we will of course be keeping and pruning
into something of a better habit.
We’ve yet to try the fruit of a strawberry tree but we’ve
been told that they’re perfectly edible little fruits that ripen in autumn, a whole year after flowering. As such, the trees bear both clusters of delicate white bell-shaped flowers and ripe strawberry-coloured fruits
in late autumn. The fruits are used for jams, tarts, cakes and preserves, while honey from the flowers is a delicacy in Sardinia but seemingly something of an acquired taste, known as 'bitter honey' for its unusual bitter-sweet flavour. This tree in particular seemed to be quite popular with the local
bumblebees.
Helen came back from Pescia just as I was heading out with
Reggie so that he could let off some steam ahead of the afternoon when Samantha was due for our weekly Italian lesson. Samantha arrived at 2pm, as usual, but once she had marked my homework, I excused myself and dashed straight out
to the supermarket to buy a few things for lunch on Friday, leaving Helen and Samantha to continue reading articles about current Italian politics. After Samantha had left, I spent a couple of hours preparing food for Friday's lunch: a starter of mushroom & chestnut pate and a pudding of chocolate pots, while Helen dashed back into Pescia to run another errand.
Friday was yet another cold and frosty start, and while Helen
headed into the woods with Reggie for a quick stretch of his legs ahead of the influx of visitors, I went and started a fire on the terraces to
try and make a dent in what needed burning this morning. As 8.30am approached I headed back to the house for some
breakfast and coffee while we waited for everyone to arrive.
First to arrive was Donatella, followed by Paul and Kathy, and then
David and Sarah who had been delayed by having to scrape ice of their car
window - something we’ve not yet had to do since we moved here (the benefit of
parking beneath huge fir trees, I guess).
After a quick coffee and chat, we all grabbed tools and
stomped off up the terraces to get started. Kathy took over fire duty while Paul and David set to work
pruning the hugely over grown olive trees that were now full of bramble, and
Sarah and Helen took a rake each to start
clearing the upper three terraces with the aim of moving everything closer to the
fire and to make space for the strimmers to follow to cut down any last bits of
stubble that had been missed in the first pass with the hedge trimmers. Meanwhile, Donatella worked just below Kathy with her new pruning chainsaw, sorting through
a load of young ash trees I had cut down, and I switched between tasks, doing some raking, some wood cutting and some pruning.
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And so the morning went until we gathered around the bonfire for
a coffee break just as the sun was reaching a high enough point in the sky to start bathing us all in glorious winter sun.
Everyone worked flat out from then on until gone 1:15pm, when they arrived back at the house thirsty, hungry and aching from a morning's hard work. We were thrilled with the amount we got done, which really goes a long way to getting these new terraces
and trees in order so that next year they can be easily maintained with the
strimmer without a worry that half-finished clearing will
re-grow as it has done in places we have attempted to clear over winter in the previous two years.
We enjoyed a substantial lunch of the mushroom & chestnut pate I'd made the night before,
followed by more rounds of pizza than I can remember - basically cooking two different
varieties at a time using freshly made dough that we'd bought that morning
from Amanda - and finally the chocolate pots I'd made the night before. As always seems to be the way with our community days, there was something of a party spirit around the table - everyone satisfied with their hard morning's work and relieved to be able to sit down and relax and properly enjoy each other's company.
The merriment went on until about 4pm, when our weary friends packed up their tools to head home - once we had parted company darkness wasn’t far
away so we locked the coldness out and threw more wood in the burner before
crashing on the sofa for a couple of hours followed by an early night.
On Saturday we had a list of errands to run so we headed out
promptly in the direction of Montecatini. Our first stop was one of our favourite cafés for
cappucini and breakfast in the form of pastries.
Next was Maury’s, the household store, to try and find some
small glass bottles into which we hoped to decant a little of our homemade Mirto as gifts for
our neighbours, and to find a new set of Christmas lights to replace the old set
that had finally stopped working in our bedroom.
Having failed on the bottle front we left empty handed and
headed instead to Altopascio to try Mercatone Uno - the furniture store that featured so regularly in our early blogs - to see if we couldn’t get both bottles and lights in one place.
After some rummaging around the shelves, we did eventually leave with what we needed and headed back up the valley towards home - but not before taking a little detour up the
road to Medicina in order to look back across the valley to our house. From a certain point in the road you get an excellent
view of our house and all of our terraces - and therefore a full appreciation of the work that went on not only yesterday but in recent weeks too.
Once home we took Reggie for a walk in the woods as per
usual. Today, while on the lower donkey track he disappeared into the
trees, shortly after which out popped a deer. Clearly feeling in peril, the the deer didn’t so much as stop to look at us, instead darting off uphill towards the driveway and beyond, quickly followed by Reggie giving chase. We walked on a few metres before stopping to start the process of calling Reggie back - but when we heard a rustle in the undergrowth in answer to our calls and whistles, instead of Reggie appearing, another three deer appeared from the same spot as the first one and ran off in the same direction, presumably in pursuit of their family member... and Reggie.
This could have been a recipe for disaster, and we braced ourselves for half an hour or so of traipsing through the woods trying to find Reggie and encourage him back to us, but thankfully
he reappeared five minutes later, his tongue lolling from the side of
his mouth and looking in need of water, so we headed back to the house.
After a couple more rounds of pizza for lunch, we headed back to the upper terraces to continue some of the work from the day before, lighting another couple of bonfires and doing some more tidying. It really does look like a different place up there now - it feels as if we are in someone else's olive grove!
On Sunday, as is our custom, we had a much needed lie-in and didn’t
head downstairs to get Reggie out of bed until around 9.30am, after which Helen made
some porridge to fuel us for yet another few hours' work on the terraces - but
not before a walk in the woods with our furry four-legged friend.
After a few hours' work, Helen burning and me moving a heap
of firewood down the terraces towards the driveway, we stopped for a late lunch, lighting the fire to warm the house up before showering off the
morning's work and dressing in civvies for a change.
After spending a couple of hours doing some admin tasks at home, we headed out at around 5:45pm in freezing
temperatures. Our first stop was at the Circolo in Pietrabuona to see our friend Mara who had spent the afternoon manning a stall selling her honey at a mini 'market' (around five stalls) on the outdoor terrace at the club. The rood of the terrace would have protected the stall holders from rain had there been any, but did nothing to
help with the bitter cold, and poor Mara looked frozen to the core by the time we arrived.
After a chat with Mara, Franco (who had just arrived with their dog, Snoopy) and Emanuele, who runs the Circolo, we waved goodbye and headed on into Pescia. Our next stop was at the supermarket for a few items we needed, before parking the car at the old flower market so that we could walk into town along the
river where this year's ‘living crib’ was taking place.
A combination of poor timing on our part and the cold, cold wind meant that by the time we reached the river, most of the stalls and indeed the crib itself, were already being packed away. However, we had come with the purpose of dropping by the stall being run by Amanda and Samantha outside Giannino’s department store, so we carried on until we found them. Unlike the others, they were still braving the cold weather to give away medieval-themed food and mulled wine - made by Amanda & Samantha but paid for by the
store they were outside.
We spent a while chatting to Amanda & Samantha and sampling their vin brulee (mulled wine), two bowls of delicious hot soup (squash & almond
milk; and farro & chick pea) and a handful of crostini with various
sauces, before leaving them to start packing up and hurrying back to the car so that we could head home to get
the fire roaring for the evening in readiness for a busy week leading into
Christmas - which would start with... a load more work on the upper terraces!
