We’ve been busy on the guest front lately. After the Worthies we had a flying visit from Brian and Sheila and their lovely daughter Marianne (who we haven’t seen for some 14-15 years). I’ve written about the guys several times – they are both former bosses of mine – and quite inspirational ones too – and several years ago they upped sticks and moved to America to create a successful business. Now they’ve considering where to settle for their later years and the lure of old-world Europe is tugging hard at their hearts.
Interestingly for us the guys are looking at properties in Italy as well as some other destinations. Marianne, who’s finished her education and off to spend some time in the far east, seems destined to work in the UK – she really feels that’s her spiritual home as well as her birthplace. But B and S are quite open-minded about a location. I think good weather is going to be a key factor. Anyway they had been on a whistle-stop tour of some potential places in Italy including one house not 15kms from us. But attractive as the place was, it clearly wasn’t big enough for their needs, which is a shame from our perspective. But they clearly do like the country and who knows maybe they will be over here at some point, which would be great. Brian’s such a driven kind of guy – as entrepreneurial as you can be, and his new online project is rich in potential. He’ll retire a Euro millionaire 450 years before I get there.
They were only with us for one evening but it was great to see them again. And now we have C’s cousin P over with us for a second break this year. We do enjoy her company and the weather’s fine again so we’re looking forward to showing her round the chestnut festivals etc. Yes it’s that time of year again when it’s possible to sample chestnuts cooked in countless interesting ways – covered in chocolate, as fillings in pasties (oh yes) and just occasionally, roasted.
Only this morning we had another visitor too. At first his dog arrived in the garden but then up strode a guy with shotgun in hand traipsing through the olive trees like he owned the place. It’s hunting season here (it tends to run from Jan through to December) so these guys are everywhere just tramping over the hills etc. The dog seemed to have the scent of something – maybe it was boar? – and as he followed the pooch by our pool he looked up to see us viewing him from the dining room – no acknowledgement or anything just a quick shake of the shotgun. OK. He disappeared as quickly as he’d turned up. We heard cracks off in the near distance a few minutes later. Something had been shot, happily it was none of us. I’ll probably not mention this to Brian and Sheila…