… and no fire without a chimney (at least if we want it inside the house and under control) so we had our next job on the list. The house when we bought it had no chimney, just a shiny patch of new roof tiles where the chimney used to be (a bit of detective work on our part as there was the old ‘stufa’ still in the kitchen with a flue pipe going into the wall and not reappearing again).
I’ve misled you with the picture I know, as I’m not talking about blackjack and roulette, free drinks whilst you play and whoops and yells of delight as you pocket mountains of cash.
For the very observant of you out there you will see a new title squeezed in between the usual options at the top of the page. Along with ‘A little bit of history …’, ‘Contact me …’ and ‘Home’ you’ll see the sparkly new heading of ‘Rustico Renovation …’
I know we’re coming up to Christmas and it’s a time associated with children and what will be under the Christmas tree from Santa Claus, but we’ve been lucky to have been offered some toys of our own for the festive season, and we’ve been having some fun!
Well we’ve reached that time of year where the ‘orto’ is now cleared of all edible elements, except for three of my failed yellow onions which now seem to be enjoying the colder weather and have put out strong foliage, and my rhubarb, which is looking even more spindly than through the Summer months. (The ‘carciofi’ have put on a bit of growth as well, despite us being in the wrong growing zone, but I don’t want to say this too loudly in case they realise and stop growing!)
Well yesterday, after 2 hours and around thirty signatures each on countless originals and copies of various documents and plans, our project for the refurbishment of the house has been submitted to the Comune. Over the last few weeks our Italian vocabulary has been increased to include words such as ‘trincea’ (trench), ‘intonacare’ (to plaster), ‘soffita’ (loft space) and ‘trave’ (beams). But we’ve been very lucky to have found a ‘geometra’ who, although he speaks very little English, has bags of patience to allow us to ask all the questions we need to understand each process – and you know how much we like to understand each process!
Well the first two months in our home in Italy have flown by … and what have we spent most of our time doing whilst we’ve been here? Building dry stone walls, of course. It’s true, we’ve built loads of them – and why not, when every inch of soil that we’ve dug into contains at least three or four rocks or slabs … it certainly saves a trip to the local builders’ merchant for materials!
With Spring well under way, and Summer just around the corner there’s signs everywhere of nature taking over. We’ve got tiny green peaches on our peach trees – plums, cherries and walnuts are all making an appearance, and the figs already look good enough to eat – but they’re not, they’re still hard, I tried one!
Well the rigger boots are broken in, along with my back, my forearms and my thighs! I made the mistake of adding a bit of morning exercise to my daily routine last week and I felt it for about three days afterwards. It didn’t help that the day after I had this inspiration to exert myself voluntarily in our awning, we went up to the house to do some more driveway levelling … every step up the incline was painful!
You’ll be forgiven for thinking, from the above photograph of the cleanest pair of rigger boots ever, that we’ve yet to start work on the house … but you’d be wrong. I actually ordered this fashionable footwear after getting carried away with a mattock and a shovel on our last visit when I decided to do a bit of driveway re-levelling. I was knocking soil and grass out of my boot laces for days so I’ve invested in an old favourite – when we renovated and built houses back in the UK, I lived in my steel toe-capped boots so, with a bit of breaking in they’ll soon be like slippers again.