Yesterday in our garden.
Why is it , that for every three apples that I pick, one has to land on my forehead ?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
I was in the UK and out shopping with my daughter, buying the bare necessities for her new home away from home.
I had a kitchen knife, and a small pot and pan amongst the goods.
When I went to pay, the shop assistant said apologetically,
' Are you over 18 ? Sorry but I'm obliged to ask'.
'Yes, but thank you for the compliment !', I exclaimed flattered.
Later: The Taxi.
A taxi brought us and a myriad of packages, shopping bags, suitcases, and a guitar from the B&B in the city to my daughter's home.
When we got in the car, he asked 'Are you Italian ?'.
'Well, yes' I replied, 'Can you tell?'
'You can tell who is Italian, by the elegant way they dress'.
I had a pair of jeans and a suede jacket on!!!!
They made my day.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Many many thanks to Casalba and Anne for your offers of help with the accomodation !
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
You have to use a small umbrella and hold it sideways in order to get through some of the narrow alleyways,
Monday, September 08, 2008
"Dai Claudio, vieni !" Maria yelled.
The August night sky was unusually clear, notwithstanding the warm air. My father and I lean't on the railings on the terrace overlooking the beach. I could just make out my two sons and their friends fooling around on the beach sun loungers.I straightened up and shook my hand to get the ants off.
Alexia and her two American friends grabbed a lilo from under Pupetto Beach Bar and ran into the water.
Their New York accents carried perfectly up to our house. There was no babble on the beach nor sounds of motorboats to smother it. I could even hear the chink of the glasses in the restaurant below.
Milly, our small dog, sniffed disinterestedly around the terrace and then came and lay at our feet.
I could pick out my sons and their friends because the beach had been lit up from the restaurant. There were three lilos in the dark water and three people per lilo. I knew that they'd ordered a pizza to eat on the beach and seeing that my boys hadn't come up at all from their afternoon swim, that they still had a swimming costume on. The two Americans were leaving the next day, so it was a sort of going away party together with the Positanesi.
"Are you spying on them ?" asked my father.
"Course not! Can I help it if they chose this moment to have a swim?" I replied.
Milly suddenly got up and started sniffing around the edges of the terrace again. I imagined that there must be a gecko in her favourite haunts as she was taking long sniffs in the usual places.
"Lasciali stare (Leave them be)" said my father. I presumed that he was talking about my sons rather than the geckos.
Milly started getting more and more excited, running from one area of the terrace to another. She finally stopped at the corner which overlooked our garden below. She started whimpering a little.
"What is it Milly?" I asked gently.
Her fur was on end and she was on alert, fixating the tops of the mandarine trees which were at terrace level.
As soon as I asked, she began running down the steps which brought to the garden.
"She probably saw a cat." said my father.
I could hear her barking frantically below. Milly is a dog who never barks.
"Milly, come" I ordered.
She raced up the stairs immediately, returning to her post in the corner of the terrace. She took long deep sniffs into the tree tops then barked and yelped simultaneously. Obviously there was something there.
She suddenly looked up into the pergola overhead, barking and yelping as if her life depended on it.
I could hear a rustling in the wisteria leaves above me. I ran to turn on the terrace light which I had been avoiding so as not to attract mosquitoes.
My father and I looked up. Just as I had suspected.
It was the old rat-in-a-tree trick.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Positano. June 2008. One and a half hours drive from Naples.
Fornillo beach at 8 :00 in the morning.
Safety Beach, one and a quarter hours drive from Melbourne.
Height of Summer holidays. 9:30 in the morning on the public beach -
Private beaches don't exist.
Looking towards Dromana.
Looking towards Mt. Martha.
Time necessary to walk across Fornillo beach - 10 minutes if you are slow and stumble a lot.
Time necessary to walk along the sand to Dromana Pier (closest obstacle) - an hour at a very quick pace.
Time necessary to walk to Mount Martha in the opposite direction -an hour at a very quick pace.
Safety beach water in the morning.
Fornillo Beach water in the early morning.
Safety beach it stays like that. At Fornillo it doesn't.
Difference in temperature - about 20 degrees. Difference in depth -who knows!
Fornillo beach late afternoon when the public beach goers have packed up due the the shade coming across the beach. You can see the bar in the distance.
Safety Beach. You can see the beach huts in the distance.
Safety beach in the late afternoon.
What you can't see are the flies!