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The Folly Revived – Secret Italy Day 4


We headed to Mantova today and whilst it is a beautiful place, this weekend there was a book festival there and it was packed. As I’m not too keen on crowded places I walked around and sought the quieter spots. I need to go back on a quieter day 🙂.Then in the afternoon we were taken to Sigurta Park which was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.

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The Folly Revived – Secret Italy Day 3


Our destination today was Vicenza which was a lovely mix of mostly old and a bit of newer, lots of trees and quite like Venice in parts. On the way we spotted this lovely villa.

We had a guided tour to start then we were free to find our own lunch. I popped into the Theatro Olympico not knowing what to expect and found this wonderful place, Europe’s oldest indoor theatre.

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The Folly Revived- Secret Italy Day 2


We had an 8.30 start to give us time travel to Padua for the morning. I’m afraid I’m drawn to shops unless something very out of the ordinary intrigues me. I would have liked to see Galileo’s observatory in the university but that’s a trip for another time as I’ve discovered it’s open at 9pm in the summer, so you can see the stars. The university tour would also have been nice but their website said tours were on the afternoons on on Fridays, although someone else in our group went on one😃. You’ve got to love Italy 🇮🇹.

Our afternoon was spent on the Brenta canal looking at all the beautiful summer villas that belonged to rich Venetians. If you have a million or so you could snap up a ruined one up and restore it, there are a lot just falling to bits and it’s rather sad to see.

I ended the day with dinner in an old brothel. It doesn’t seem to have changed much.


The Folly Revived – Three weeks in June.

I got back from holiday and hit the ground running. First off a new car to replace PaceBeast; this is SuperBeast. Now I have three fast cars and am officially a fast lady.Worth’s cousin Lorraine came to stay and we both went for a twelve mile walk and the week ended with a beautiful sunny weekend at Shelsley.Invigilating started the following week, then I had a day out to Chomondley Castle to celebrate Porsche’s 70th birthday and afterwards to visit Worth’s mum as she was by then quite close. When I returned home the next evening Bertie was missing and didn’t turn up until just before 8am on Monday morning, when I suppose he got out of wherever he was as locked in overnight, none the worse for his adventure, just hungry. This week my tatty garden fence was at long last replaced by a much more sturdy one, all the honeysuckle, rose and ivy was removed and just the honeysuckle and rose put back. That was a lot harder than it sounds but I am very pleased with the end result.Ola seems to get a lot of pleasure climbing this new fence – I don’t think she felt safe on the old one. Bertie doesn’t climb, he just looks. I don’t think he possesses the necessary balance and agility. And finally a picture of me, which you don’t get often but even I thought I scrubbed up quite well in this (and that doesn’t happen often).


The Folly Revived May 31st

It’s Malvern Walking Festival this week and I suggested to Beastie’s cousin Lorraine that she should chose one and we could do it together. I wasn’t anticipating a 10 mile one with lots of hills to climb, but I did it and lived to tell the tale. With the promise of hail, lightening and assorted other horrors forecast we kept a brisk pace and only had a light sprinkling of rain at almost the end of our walk. It was very welcome as we had just climbed up to the summit of Midsummer Hill from the Gullet Quarry, the steep path. Please understand when I say steep, I do mean steep 😮. About 5pm Lorraine went home as the bad weather looked like it was imminent. A lovely day; I would never have attempted it on my own, but very pleased with myself. The picture is the view from the Obelisk in Eastnor Park. The expected rain has now arrived and I can hear thunder already.

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The Folly Revived Day 15

So this was us creeping along the M25 towards home. 2,400 miles driven and about 90 miles walked (the Elf has an ap that counts steps, about 2000 steps per mile, 180,000 steps 😲) and this was outstandingly the worst part of the journey, as it always has been on these road trips. Once we had escaped this, we then picked our way along the M4, avoiding some poor soul’s camping gear which had presumably parted company with the roof it was attached to. Having weaved through a tent, sleeping bag, wellies and other sundry objects the way was at last clear for Banbury and then home. A great holiday, lots of adventures and memories and the company of my lovely Elfie. Beastie’s soldier was with us to keep us safe, now back in his proper place – he would be proud of us, although Ruby’s sat nav would have driven him crazy 😜.