A photo says it all.  Doesn’t really require words, and in future my choice of words will be more carefully scrutinised before clicking the ‘Publish’ button! (thanks P for alerting me to that slip-up) What I would like to know is if I can put this photo on Facebook?  We are in disagreement over their […]

I am feeling guilty.  Not only do I live here at Bellaugello Gay Country House in one of the most beautiful corners of Europe, but also I have been a poor blogger of late.  So to make up for that I post a few photographs of what you are all missing this morning… I am […]

Categorised as a rant, but in realty it is a plea for help and answers.  The subject?  Well what do you think it is?  Dear readers it is of course my pet bug bear, technology. Not of once the bumbling internet connection, but instead emails.  Over the past few days I have had a really […]

Take twelve kilos of fragrant, juicy plump luscious unwaxed Sicilian oranges and lemons bought early in the market yesterday in our local town on Gubbio, wash them, search out the assistance of Vince, (to whom credit for the photos) who nobly spent the morning chopping shredding and juicing. Place the prepared fruit into the jam […]

Thanks “A” for the photo, taken on honeymoon here in our infinity pool at Bellaugello Gay Guest House, Umbria, Italy Another beautiful back for the series

3476 spam mails in my blog spambox, 238 spams in my email boxes, and my mails are bouncing back… I dunno what is happening, but my mails seem to be under attack.  I have the web designers on the case, and they have discovered somebody else is sending spam mails from my account. It is […]

The Sun is shining and as the Nöel Cowerd song goes “mad dogs and English men go out in the midday sun” so it has been a week of dogs here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House though not all choose to be outside under the hot Umbrian sun… Firstly a delightful couple from England, Molly […]

Snapped the other day from a bedroom window by a guest at Bellaugello Gay Guest House Thanks M for the photo. What my mother would have called “a clearing-up shower” now back to glorious hot sunshine… Suntan here I come!