11. Little Red Riding. (June 8)

Once upon a time, Nonna rode her bicycle up a very steep forest road, to visit her Grandchildren on the other side of the mountain. Her basket was full of energy bars and other goodies. The people of the village said there were terrible things in the jungle, and that she should never ever go […]

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10. The Big not-knowing… (June 7)

The sun rose and the time came to set off alone. Malo gave me a gift of rescue drops and some good breakfast this morning. She looked so pretty amongst her roses and blossoming olives. She waved me up the gritty road. Yesterday evening she had kindly driven me some way along my chosen route […]

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9. Poggio Pratelli. (June 4)

The evening was lilac with pink roses, from the high terrace of the village called Radda our glasses of red wine held up in the sun, and the moon floated like a white petal between them. A choir was singing in the church so we sat on a pew and closed our eyes for a […]

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8. Buonconvento to Siena – day 6 and 7 (June 1)

I’m feeling a bit slow in the mornings, but after a good cappuccino at the local cafĂ©, and a few turns of the pedals, the old joints click together and my brain boots up. We sit at a pavement table, our bikes standing together like black horses. A fat chef with an apron and tall […]

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7. San Filippo to Buonconvento – Day 5 (June 1)

It rained. Not much fun to bike in the rain. So we only set off at lunch time, in time to stop for lunch. After a miserable attempt at standing under a tree for cover while large trucks dashed us with road spray. The salad at Fonte all Vena in San Quirico d’Orcia, is a […]

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6. Bolsena to Bagni San Filippo – Day 4 (May 30)

Yesterday was a sore day. My beloved Brooks saddle is unforgiving, but the scenery was breathtaking. We set off after a hearty goodbye to our nun, and took the back roads out of the crater. Stopping to view the huge Lake Bolsena, which looked back at us with one grey eye. This place has been […]

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5. Freewheeling. ( May 29)

The thing about being a granny on a long bike ride, is one never knows what might conk in. So far so good. Early morning at the coffee bar in Vetralla you can have a whiskey corretto (in Italy it’s usually the other way around, an espresso with a dash of liquor). Traffic was quite […]

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