At six pm yesterday the chance of dinner last night on the terrace at Bellaugello Gay Guest House was not looking good. We had enjoyed a full day of hot sunshine, but thunderclouds were circling and there was the odd clap of thunder behind us in the Apeninnes, a light breeze could not make up its mind which direction it was coming from, so with a little bit of apprehension we laid the table on the terrace.
Our faith paid off and we enjoyed a great dinner, Isabella excelling herself with a fonduta and home-made tagliatelle served with a truffle sauce over which at table I grated fragrant fresh truffles found here in the valley by my neighbour’s grandson, utterly delicious and epicurean delight.
A Bose sound system was brought out from on of the suites and everyone got to choose their favourite tune, again and again and again… at some stage even the stock of eurovision classics ran dry 😉 the evening punctuated by several shooting stars tumbling to the south of us and lubricated by liberal doses of fine Italian wines went on to the “wee sma’ oors”, it was almost dawn when I finally crawled upstairs to bed, nonetheless a thouroughly enjoyable evening…