Yesterday evening, he said let's go and camp at the seaside. Within an hour we had packed a few bits, delegated the task of campsite monitor to one of our trustworthy campers, scooped up Finn the Dog and were trundling our way down from the Mother Mountain and along the valley that joins mountain to sea.
You can do that in Abruzzo, you see. The land of fairy tales where you can be on the high, snow-clad peaks one minute and swimming in the sea the next. Well, not quite that quickly but you know what I mean.
We arrived and set up camp in time to get our chairs out at the top of the cliff and watch the sun sink slowly into the sea, a crisp and cold pecorino (the wine, not the cheese) the perfect accompaniment.
A fish supper in the cove below at the one and only restaurant, and then we were ready to snuggle up in the tent for the night. Not too late to bed as we knew dawn would be calling all too soon.
And so it was. Up at 5am marvelling at the fresh air and bird song and the changing colours of the sky. Breakfast on the beach was a must, as was a quick swim, before returning home once more.
Home and back to work by 9am, a micro-adventure it may not have been (not a bivvy sack or motorway in sight), but a micro-escape it certainly was.
|Eating sea food and watching the sky change from red |
to a deep, deep inky blue scattered with a million stars
|Slowly awakening before the sun has risen|
|The joy of just sitting and waiting for dawn|
|As the sun climbed higher, so the sky became redder |
and the ships slowly crossed the horizon
|Can there be a better way to take your morning coffee?|
|Almost light and sunrise almost over, so nearly time to go home|
|...but not before a quick swim before breakfast|
|Time to go home Finn.|
|Until the next time.|