Tag Archives: Biennale

17 September 2018

My little sweet cherry tree, which produced precisely zero cherries this remarkably fruitless year then proceeded to lose all its leaves in mid summer and look wan and sick, is suddenly in bloom. Flowers. Lots of them. What on earth … Continue reading

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26 November 2017

Once again yesterday our field was full of men in hi-vis jackets carrying lethal weapons. Generally I treat them all with disdain, accosting the bored out-liers staring enviously towards the wild-boary activity down in the trees, telling them – with … Continue reading

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14 May 2015

Our neighbour Mario died the other day, taking a piece of our history with him. We bought this house from him: for him it signified drudging and hardship, and he was touchingly incredulous when he saw the extent to which … Continue reading

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31 May 2013

    It’s uncanny the extent to which the hill on which CdP sits can act as a watershed – or perhaps I mean a ‘weathershed’. We were on a train in Bologna station last night when our friend Adri … Continue reading

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20 November 2011

       And so out to stack wood. Dear, funny Elisa Faleburle came grinning with her tip truck yesterday evening after dusk and dumped 18 quintals – that’s 1.8 metric tonnes or 35.4 UK hundredweight or 39.7 US hundredweight or … Continue reading

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