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Tuscany

This cold weather is all the more noticeable when the previous week you were sleeping under a single sheet, swimming in an outdoor pool or eating al fresco. That's exactly what me and Liv were doing last week at a villa in Tuscany. The holiday was essentially an extended get together for Liv's University of Limerick friends - 19 people in total, me the new kid. The villa was perfect. You might think that cramming 19 people into a villa is a recipe for madness, but the villa somehow managed to be spacious enough to house everyone in comfort without ever feeling cavernous or impersonal. Remarkably at no point did it ever feel crowded, even when we were all squashed around the dinner table. I think this is because there were plenty of places to slope off to have a quiet moment by yourself and get some rest, and enough people there that you were never missed if you did.

Most people's days broadly followed one of two routines:
1) Get up, have breakfast, relax by the pool, have lunch, relax by the pool, have dinner, have a drink, go to bed.
2) Get up, have breakfast, go on a trip, have dinner, have a drink, go to bed.
It is hard to decide which was the more pleasurable itinerary. The views from the villa, set amongst a vineyard, where fantastic. The Tuscan villages and towns were fun to visit. And as you might expect in Tuscany, the food was great regardless of whether it was cooked by ourselves or served by a waiter.

Good food + good surroundings + good company + good weather = a great holiday.

The pictures are here, my personal favourite being this one showing the view from our bedroom window. The view out of the window right now couldn't be more different. There's also a group photo here.

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Thursday, September 27, 2007 5:15 PM 2 comments

Goodbye Summer Hello Winter

Well, that's it, Summer is over.

I know this because my walk to work is punctuated by the whiff of cheap perfume coming from baffled looking freshers wandering the streets of Sheffield like gaggles of orphaned chimps, not quite sure yet who the pack leader is, not yet sure what clothes are supposed to be cool, not yet sure whether they are having a good time or whether this was all some big mistake and they should have gone to Leeds or Bath instead.

I know summer is over because it is arse-fuckingly cold outside and I've had to crank up the heating and dig out my big coat and have been instilled with a craving for cockle warming foods like warm chunky soups, risotto and roast dinners.

I know the summer is over because all the things that crammed my diary to bursting these last few months are now happy memories for me to get nostalgic about.

I know summer is over because yesterday I settled my plans for Christmas and ended up whistful at the thought of parties, presents, mulled wine and winter markets, topped with the smell of roasting chestnuts.

I know summer is over because by the time I get home from work it is now nearly dark. So as the nights draw in, it seems like a good enough time to end my self imposed blogging hiatus and let everyone know what I've been up to these last few months, and what lies in store for the future.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007 5:07 PM 4 comments