If I were left to my own devices I would probably spend all day every day sitting on the veranda knitting and spindling but having a host who is a retired head teacher means that this holiday needs to have just the tiniest element of the educational side of a school trip. Umbria is full of the most amazing hill top medieval towns and villages and, this being my third visit I am becoming quite familiar with them.
We discussed our itinerary on my first evening;
Me: So what shall we do tomorrow?
J: I thought we wold go to Gubbio.
Me: We've been there before haven't we?
J: Yes, but this time I thought we would visit the monastery up on the rocks behind the town.
Me:(gulp)Is it a long climb?
J: No - (airily) They have a sort of....cable car.
Me: (naively) Oh that's all right then....
Imagine my surprise and delight when we arrive in Gubbio next morning and park next to this!
When someone says 'cable car' to me I expect something nice and solid with windows and doors and even seats - not a string of flying birdcages. How I laughed when I was told to stand on a large red spot, wait for a man to grab one of these contraptions which is moving at quite a clip,I can tell you, prise open the door, shout at me to start running then bundle me in and slam the door behind me. It was only the fact that I was surrounded by a coach party of surprisingly nimble SAGA pensioners that stiffened my resolve.
Thank goodness I had my knitting.
but for views like this I would probably do it again.
After all this exercise and excitement I needed some quiet time with my stuff. I'd soon made myself at home on the veranda, surrounded by everything I needed. This, I might add is not all the knitting and spinning I brought with me. Packing at 3.00am meant that I may have been a bit dazed and confused and might have over packed just a little. When I finished the first two projects within 24 hours of arriving I did have a momentary vision of running out of knitting but I did the maths and realised that technically I probably had enough knitting for two weeks of knitting solidly for 24 hours a day.
Of course, sitting on a veranda knitting is a particularly fine thing to do if you have a view like this to enjoy as you click away gently.
It's even beautiful when the weather is like this:
And there really were olives on the tree.
I could have quite easily whiled away day after day knitting away and staring down the valley but someone else needed to indulge their favourite hobby too.
How could you resist a game of ball with a little face like this?
In my next installment I will discover that the Yarn Harlot was right. Knitters only seem patient until they are separated from their knitting...