A friend’s brother reportedly said “Boudicca – don’t let the Romans get near her!”
Last weekend a foal was born in the valley. The mother a beautiful white Camargue mare, both mother and daughter are doing well. Boudicca was born early in the morning and spotted nestling on the edge of some bushes by my caring and diligent farmer neighbour.
The photo is not the best, but it is a hugely happy one! Why Boudicca I asked, “Why not?” came the reply, “This is the year that our horses names begin with the letter ‘B’ ” and how great is that.
This afternoon as I type my blog at my kitchen window overlooking the roofs of Bellaugello Gay Guest House the sky is azure, cloudless, the sun is shining, soft week golds, the strength waning as sunset approaches, the shadows lengthening, not a breath of wind, all is still.
I am reminded that this morning I bundled the dogs into the cab and drove the Apetto down to the Chiascio river below the house where the dogs went for a swim. In the warmth of the sun I dozed languidly on a huge bough of an uprooted tree that is stranded on the rocky shore, suspended in mid – air almost horizontal, large, substantial, but flexible enough to sway gently too relaxing. The November floods have again changed the course of the river, our beach of last year is all but gone, now two huge new beaches full of large stones have appeared up and down stream, the limpid pools have been washed away, new ones carved out, and new swimming holes appear to be formed, they will be perfect for summer skinny dipping…..