Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
The old Roman wall
The hilltop site the house is built on has been in use for well over two thousand years - a notion that is commonplace for Italians but continues to amaze me. In the courtyard we have a section of old Roman wall - what remains of it is too high to ignore but too low to be of any practical use. It is a bit like having a length of Hadrians Wall in your back yard - romantic sounding but actually quite brutal to look at.We have spent the day with the architects seeing what can be done to make it safer - although t is only about three feet high on the courtyard side it plunges a further six or seven feet on the field side of the house . This makes it a magnet for children who love to walk along it but also has obvious disadvantages. After much discussion we have decided to put in planning permission to at least stabilize the masonry and re point the stonework - any hope of building it up using the original materials to a more sensible height would require a host of permissions and the bureaucracy would delay the project for at least a year.
2004 - We sell the farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. 2 lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs - Wilf and Digby - our patient and comical companions. After a year in Provence we head to Italy to restore a hilltop Roman watchtower . Following an unpleasant 'housejacking' in late 2009 we set off for new adventures in South West Franceto get to grips with a large and exceedingly rickety old farmhouse. Empty nesters life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. Bob and Sophie joined us in 2013. Bob passed on in 2019. Sophie enjoyed the fresh air in Scotland after we returned in late 2022 but ran ahead in the summer of 23. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.
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