Category Archives: Living in Langhe

Unesco art project – the towns of Roero.

My first question to our art group was why, amongst all the towns of the Roero, Piobesi d’Alba was the last on the list. The one that no-one had chosen, that I picked by default. What was so unremarkable about … Continue reading

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Briggs and Stratton – a lesson in the value of a second-hand mower

“Can I sit on it?” he asked. A question from a 15-year-old interested in buying our old ride-on lawn mower, affectionately known here as the “trattorino”. Red, cuts grass. “It’s the 11hp Briggs and Stratton, right?”. We confirm and the … Continue reading

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My palette – spring in Langhe

I love this world of fluffy, palette spring. It’s amazing to see the transformation mother nature undergoes during spring. In the Langhe, you can’t walk out your front door without being taken aback. Where I live, on the cusp of … Continue reading

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Making tracks – the loss of laughter in Langhe

I haven’t used my ski blades in about ten years. And in that time, I’ve been skiing probably only three to four times. But when the snow comes….so do the itchy feet. And memories. Lots of memories that as I … Continue reading

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I live in a cloud

Living in a cloud can take you to the highest of heights, above the clouds on sunny crisp days after the fog when it’s just you and Monviso and a happy world above that billowing white further down the hill. … Continue reading

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Snow lambs

The soothing, comforting chinking of the bells belies the danger. It’s late for lambs. Their bleating fills this little hillside with ideas of motherhood and domesticity. To be broken only by the occasional shout of the shepherds, a whistle or … Continue reading

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The black cat from Valle Talloria

I got to him before he could be dismembered all over the road, the poor thing. In my distress I couldn’t bring myself to touch him, but I guessed he was still warm. I had been driving down the road … Continue reading

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It’s Wednesday it must be hunting season

The first fine day in what felt like weeks. Fresh, pure snow on the horizon to soothe past wounds, and new anger for the lost lives and the disasters of recent days. It was fresh, crisp and finally I can … Continue reading

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