Here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House in Umbria I woke up this morning to a misty magical world. The house was enveloped in a fine cloud, fluffy like the softest velvet, swirling gently, whisps curling round the house, over the roof and past the chimneys and through the branches of the trees. I lit the fire in the dining room and busied myself with serving breakfasts.
By ten o’clock the mist had lifted and the rest of the day the sun shone strongly in a bright blue cloudless sky, warm enough for a spot of sunbathing, and ended whilst I was waiting for my car to be serviced in Gubbio with a splendid scarlet red sunset.
It really has been a splendid day..