Category Archives: Living in Langhe

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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Stories of love and loss – the festival of the dead, the living and the memory

I don’t know who Reginaldo was, nor do I know if he died in this spot, on the road to Bossolasco in the Alta Langa. I think possibly not. I think this might just be a simple memorial in a … Continue reading

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Living in Italy – how to find a gardener

How do you find a good gardener in Italy? This is the kind of million dollar question we’re still asking ourselves after a few years now. The last guy was good but he used to charge us a fortune, cash … Continue reading

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