Fiume - a dog lost, our hearts broken
FIUME LOVED TO PRANCE In the afternoons I’d play with him on the ancient road outside our house. He’d pick up a stick and I’d...
FIUME LOVED TO PRANCE In the afternoons I’d play with him on the ancient road outside our house. He’d pick up a stick and I’d...
A New Project – The Loft Apartment We have been keeping busy in the borgata with the lead up to Christmas and work on the guest accommodation in the...
Entering the large double wooden gates to the the lower courtyard the first thing you see is the original bread oven. Dating to 1916 (the date carved in...
Our mountains are blanketed in the first powder of snow, the sun warm but weak, a bit like the cappuccino I’m sipping. A large yellow tractor goes...
Those moments in our bedroom waiting for the ambulance as Carina struggled to breathe, tried to write ‘I love you’ and repeated over and over ‘I don’t...