Day to night bis

Sleeping in the barn as the house works begin. A strange cold place cluttered with the contents of the three- times bigger house.

Four fires today to burn up brambles and pruning clippings, carrying fire from one pile to another in a smoking metal wheelbarrow.

I got a freebie calendar of lunar allotment planting schedules for the year from the local car parts shop. Pirelli eat your heart out.

Fog forecast for tomorrow. The windscreen wiper motor has gone and I shall be attempting to mount the new one myself. Stefano is run off his feet. Fog and swearing I would imagine.

That’s the Casentino valley with Poppi in the middle.