|Passo Lanciano, view from the house|
Ski school it is then. If ever I am going to do this I need proper brakes, steering and gears. And the only way to do it is with consistency and building, slowly mastering each skill before moving on to the next. Everyday, with tuition.
But the day wasn't entirely wasted, well, not for me, although I'm sure KP would far rather have been up playing on the slopes than chopping down trees or knocking down walls, but that's what we did.
Once more the skies were a brilliant blue and the sun was so warm you could almost get a tan. So an afternoon working outside was an incontrovertible absolute.
I then got on with the job of chopping up the branches and starting a new wood pile of green wood ready for next winter, whilst KP knocked down and pushed out the back wall at the end of the barn. And, Wow! What a transformation. This is where the main chillin' area has got to be. The views down the valley and to the mountains beyond are simply breath taking. This area will be built up into a huge sun filled terrace dotted with deck chairs, barbecues and a big old table for sitting around, eating around, making new friends around and drinking and nattering into the early hours around. Facing south west, watching the sun slowly melting into the mountains will be a truly spectacular treat.
|The view revealed|
And now we must return to the rats. They are not long gone, as I'd hoped, but they are still here, very alive and kicking (or rather jumping) under our wood pile. As KP found out yesterday. Quite sweet, he said.
Now, I know rodents are a fact of rural life, and urban life for that matter, and I don't mind the odd mouse or two. But rats? No, sorry. They are going to die. Fact. Decision made when I saw one jump from the window sill (the barn window sill, that is. Not the house) into the wood. Off to the agricultural store tomorrow. War has been waged, and there will only be one winner.
|Oh please, oh please|