Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Monday, 23 March 2009
Snow turns to sunshine and 20 degree temperatures
What a beautiful day - once again the climate has done a volte face and we are back in perfect sunny weather. Have been outside enjoying the sunshine and trying to drum up some response from the builders who had promised to be here last week. The latest excuse - everyone is down with the flu. They seem to forget that I can see them working on a house on the other side of the valley owned by a well known industrialist from Turin. Keeping a good builder is part of the human condition and requires cutting them a large degree of slack. The supervisor has promised that he will come along on Wednesday to 'review' the job. All around I see the houses on the hill are busy building - I think there must be something in the Italian tax code that allows you to deduct 100% of home improvements or renovations from your tax bill.
Am off to London tomorrow - back on Wednesday - hopefully in time to see the builder.
2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. 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. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. 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.