I was thinking about this place the other day.
The July issue of Country Homes evoked memories of a holiday we had spent in Italy .
As I flicked through the pages of this magazine I was thrilled to discover that the very house we had spent our summer of 2006 was actually featured within. We had been there and way before any magazine had found it…
I used to research long and hard for the perfect summer holiday for my family to enjoy. I would start researching from January and booked early. The critiea had to be home comforts - beautiful house - space - beautiful views - swimming pool and places of historical interest. My radar was set on Tuscany, Italy …. the year was 2006
O M Gosh did i pick one !
A pretty house in a hamlet up in the mountains of Northern Italy.
Here are my children, enjoying a meal at that very same place.
The Apuan Alps (the white of the marble at the very top of the mountains illuminated as dusk fell, leaving a beautiful pale pink hue.
This was our first night in Italy you can tell from my daughters face that the view was breathtaking.
The pizza oven in the background on the terrace was an original feature of the ancient house.
The kitchen was beautiful.
Below are the pictures I took.
The fact that not only the kitchen worktops were made from the local marble bought from those very mountains we admired so much, but also the cooker splash back and sink too, it was quite impressive.
The magazine did not the master bedroom /ensuite - so here it is.
The Master bedroom was lovely big size and even lying on the bed you can see the mountains beyond. At night I witnessed some spectacular sheet lightning across the mountains … It was so far away and you heard nothing, just experienced a fantastic light show.
The children loved the swimming pool, it was nestled on a plataeu just below the house and looked over at the spectacular
|How it looks today with a canopy for much needed shade ( see website)|
Some of the tools of the trade of a bygone era - an olive press – we were surrounded by olive trees and vineyards.
Oh and one last thing - (and something i should have thought about der … it is a mountain top … ) To get to such a magical place, you drive right up a mountain, expect L shaped bends – with rocks hanging over you, bends on sheer drop mountains, barriers with gaps in them and rattly bridges -
Driving from England across France and then to Italy is by all accounts adventurous to start with. But once in mountain country, being a left hand drive car did not help, especially getting round bends on winding mountains, 2 miles an hour up and down the mountain was too fast for me … once on the motorways … well …. Italian drivers take no prisoners.
You see historically in England we tootal along, and when it comes to getting on the motorway, someone will flash to say …” your very welcome to move on to the road in front ” , you raise your hand or give them the lights to say thank you and off we all go, toodle pips … but in Italy :-Oh NO !!!!!! if someone flashes you in Italy they are warning you that they do not want you to come in as they do not want to slow down… well of course we didn't know that … they actually drive faster at you, so this would suggest that you should NOT attempt to move in on the motorway ever … well not until it is completely empty of motorists – ( yawn)
So it would seem that flashing means - “get the hell out of my way i am coming though and i am not stopping for anyone even if a major accident may occur” ok got it we are fast learners !!!!
So swift learning curve, we learnt to take the roads to Tuscany very carefully, and that means faster and quicker.
My heart was in my mouth the entire time we were on the roads.
So all in all beautiful gorgeous romantic place.
But leave the driving to the locals .. not unless you have nerves of steel.
If you do drive some fab cities like Florence and Pisa are within an easy drive and the train is on hand to places like Venice. Unfortunately i have still not made it to Venice … maybe one day.