last chapter

So our time in Italy is ending. We’re packing up and moving back to London. The last year and a half has been by turns exciting, depressing, infuriating, and blissful.

I remember the day in October when we unloaded the moving van into a house with no back door, no water apart from the standpipe outside, no heating, and no kitchen - but plenty of scorpions and mice. I remember Henry learning to walk here and saying his first words and the ecstatic look on his face every time Carletti lets him up into the cab of his monstrous turbo diesel tractor for a lift up the hill.

monastery for rent

A quick note to say that our house is available for rent over the summer. See details here.