On Tuesday I woke early, a course to attend in Perugia starting at 08:30 so to avoid the traffic meant leaving home at 07:00. Bobby my English Setter is getting stronger, but still wobbly so I had to be up especially early to ensure he managed to get a short walk before being put back to bed in the porch where the guys were going to feed him later.
Six hours of lectures on hygiene, I’m doing a refresher course, necessary, repetitive, and also hard going. The meeting room was windowless and stuffy, the lecturer droned on monosyllabically making it extremely hard not to fall asleep, I am not sure if I snored, but some of my fellow students certainly did. Tomorrow session two and I should really not be blogging at 01:30 in the morning but I have just finished my tasks for the evening and am sitting outside on my terrace in complete stillness, the distant sound of the river Chiascio some two hundred metres down in the valley below the only noise breaking the silence and stillness and peace. A sound conducive to writing.
Today has been tough, a large pain in my side, (ok it has been getting worse for weeks, and is now unbearable) making sitting or walking and driving very difficult, stabbing, sharp, uncomfortable, and reluctantly making me seek medical attention. I thought it sciatica but, no it is back strain. One session of manipulation, by a great guy in our local town of Gubbio, working on vertebrae 2,3,4,5… stretching, twisting, stabbing pain, a bit better, more manipulation, arnica and ibuprofen and a very expensive back support and I was in the kitchen just in the nick of time to help with dinners which we served in the balmy evening on the terrace under an inky black starlit sky.
I have been told not to lift anything, to take time off and take care of myself, etc… my retort; that can happen in November, but my guests come first and work I will.
Some of my recent guests here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House have been busy with their cameras, and I sign off this post with a wonderful shot from a guest from Zurich. Every morning and afternoon the swallows fly low over our infinity pool, looking for water to drink, the fly round several times then get bolder and fly low over the pool scooping up droplets in their beaks, a wonderful sight to behold, one that fills me and my guests with joy, and admittedly if my guests are actually in the water, a bit of amazement nay alarm. This is not a pool shot, not even Bellaugello, not a swallow but a really fabulous motion shot taken by ‘H’ which sort of sums up my current mood