On our last day I wander back along the creek, absorbing details, fixing memories, of art made by man and nature, here in harmony.
Water trickles down the curving slump in these so-regular rock layers, seemingly made to be used upside-down as an arch.
Trees give way to rocks, grow into shapes to suit them.
Even the fungi are tinged with green.
Tiny flowers share the stones with moss. This small bush is I think what we suffer as a weed, Broom, since there are a lot of them in the open spaces and Gigi says they have yellow flowers and that they use them to make brooms to sweep with.
Dotted through the meadowy path are these electricity cable access points; I am astonished, but pleased there are no cables slung overhead as at Piero.
In Piero, Gigi shows us his almost vertical back garden and shares the delicious fruit of his ‘mora’, a sort of red blackberry.
Many walks start here, following paths trodden by generations over centuries. I have to prefer the old stone marker…
Saying goodbye to the warmly welcoming Nicoletta feels like it should be ‘arivederci’, as to a friend; I’d love to return some day, but doubt I can. Nicoletta speaks Italian, German and English, so I will send her a copy of The Woman on the Mountain; we have a lot in common…