|A little beauty|
Our day following that little bit of early morning excitement was fairly uneventful. It was just a nice pottering, re-grouping sort of day. We popped round to Roccamontepiano to see Sue and talk through our instant needs with her on the things she's offered to help out with. We had wanted to sort everything ourselves but have, after many discussions over the last few days, decided that employing her services, at least to get us up and running fast, will actually be money well spent. So Sue agreed to change the utility services over into our name and pay the necessary stamps, register us with the council, arrange our refuse collection, get our telephone and internet connected, make enquiries for getting gas installed and, finally, make some discrete enquiries for how the commune would feel about us setting up a campsite. Doing it on a small basis doesn't seem to be a problem at all, but how high can we go?
By the time we'd finished with Sue the shops were shut and the weather had taken a bit of a nose dive. Apparently snow is on the way, but this was just pure rain. And it rained all afternoon. KP made the most of it by having a good sort through the wood pile, stacking a load by the kitchen door and making sure we have enough to last us until we go home.
I had a very pleasant afternoon writing and sorting through photographs. Sadly, however, uploading the photos for all to see proved far too much for the dongle, so that will have to wait until we get back. As will checking out eBay Italia. Thinking this might be the answer to my architectural salvage and rustic antiques problem, I had a quick (or rather very slow) explore of the site. But, no. Waiting five minutes for each page to load was just a little too painful. There are only so many cups of tea or small chores you can do to fill the time.
|The Maiella, the playground on our doorstep|
Come 5pm we dragged ourselves away and wandered into Serramonacesca to check out the little shop for milk and bread. Bugger. Shut. Ah well, a trip to Scafa was now inevitable. Carrefour is bound to be open. The supermarket rot is slowly spreading its tentacles, aided by people like us. Not good. This will stop as soon as we're more settled, organised and have found our way round.
The evening was spent reading by the fire as seems to have become our very pleasant habit. Me finding all about the seasonal cooking, meats and produce of Italy and growing, rearing and making them all in a permaculture sort of way, whilst KP was looking very serious indeed with his nose firmly embedded in the latest Stieg Larsson.
And so to bed, minus the noxious fumes but with a still very softly glowing tin can.