Firenze

While staying at Benabbio, our wonderful friend, Debra, offered to escort we ladies on a day trip to Florence. On an overcast, drizzly morning, we drove to Lucca station and braved an hour long white-knuckle bus ride along the autostrada to Firenze (a much nicer name than Florence). We alighted the bus at the Piazza di Santa Maria Novella.

1.Piazza di Santa Maria Novella

The Basilica di Santa Maria Novella was stunning,

2.Basilica di Santa Maria Novella

a sample of thing to come.

3.Basilica di Santa Maria Novella

Our first stop was Caffe Giacosa for coffee and calories

followed by an amble along the main shopping street, window shopping along the way because we couldn’t afford to stop and buy.

Debra pointed out this interesting chap watching from the street corner.

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We made our way to the Duomo di Firenze and with the sun shining it was absolutely breathtaking.

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Nearby, the Baptistry, one of the oldest buildings in the city, constructed between 1059 and 1128, displayed its spectacular Eastern Doors. Described by Michelangelo as the Gates of Paradise, the panels took 27 years to complete.

There was a very long queue to see inside the Duomo so we opted to climb the 414 very narrow stone steps to the top of Giotto’s Campanile.

The view, as we climbed, was stunning

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and looking down on the Duomo highlighted the intricacies of the façade.

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There are seven bells in the tower and as we were standing at the top taking in the panorama of Firenze,

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all seven rang in the hour of mezzogiorno, a truly memorable moment.

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A quick look at where we had been

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and our excursion continued to the Piazza della Signoria and the statue of David

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in the shadow of the Palazzo Vecchio, the town hall of Firenze.

45.Palazzo Vecchio

He is in good company with Neptune, Hercules and Perseus

and a bit further on, more friends at the Galleria degli Uffizi.

On the wall of the Palazzo Vecchio is a Michelangelo graffiti, a profile etched in one of the stone blocks.

54.Michelangelo graffiti

The Ponte Vecchio was our next destination,

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a medieval stone bridge spanning the Arno River

and occupied by an array of beautiful shops.

It was first built in 996AD and after being swept away twice, was rebuilt in 1345. Downstream….

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is the Ponte Santa Trinita, destroyed in 1944 by the retreating German troops. The original stones were retrieved from the river or taken from the same quarry to reconstruct it in 1958.

64. Ponte Santa Trinita

Debra finally let us have a break and we lunched at Trattoria Bordino, a small ristorante in a very quiet lane.

65.Trattoria Bordino

After a wonderful meal and a little vino,

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we were fortified for the afternoon. We visited the Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella, the longest continually operating pharmacy in the world. The sculptures and frescoes were magnificent as we wandered through the many rooms.

Founded in 1221 by the Dominican Friars, all products are still handmade in Firenze.

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Our day was coming to a close and after a quick look around the leather market, we boarded the bus for Lucca and another animated drive home. Thank you, Debra, for those very special memories of Firenze.

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Welsh Hawking Centre

Birds of prey have always held a fascination for Michael. When we realised the Welsh Hawking Centre was not far from Penarth, it was immediately added to our list. Once October arrives in Britain, the tourist attractions slow down and the tourists disappear. We were the only visitors and were treated to the experience of watching the training of two falcons. One was put through the paces

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while the other waited patiently on the sidelines.

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After a few passes with the lure, there is a reward.

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You can’t help but admire these beautiful creatures.

After more training with the lure,

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we met some other residents

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Returning to Penarth we dined for a second time at The Railway. The meals were amazing – for £2.99, how could we resist?

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Kata Tjuta

Kata Tjuta, meaning ‘many heads’ in Anangu language, is otherwise known as The Olgas, a group of 36 domed rock formations 25km east of Uluru.

The tallest peak, Mt Olga, is 198m higher than Uluru and was named in 1872 in honour of Queen Olga of Württemberg, the daughter of Tsar Nicholas I.

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We set out early and spent the morning exploring the magic of Kata Tjuta.

3.Kata Tjuta

The first part of the Valley of the Winds walk was quite easy along a gravel track

4.Valley of the Winds walk

with some stunning scenery.

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Karu Lookout gave a hint of the extent of this spectacular rock formation.

9.Karu lookout

We continued on past incredible escarpments

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and rock faces.

The path became narrow and rugged

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as it meandered within the domes,

over trickling creek beds.

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In places, the trail all but disappeared and we had to scramble up the steep slopes.

The rock domes are the remains of erosion that began over 500 million years ago and extend six kilometres into the ground.

The track improved a little

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just before we reached the gap in the rocks that is Karingana Lookout.

24.Karingana Lookout

From there, the path descended very steeply to the bottom of the valley to complete a circuit walk. We opted to retrace our steps instead, our feet sighing with relief as we drove away, with fabulous memories of Kata Tjuta.

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Benabbio skies

Our days at Villa San Rocco culminated with bevvies on the balcony in the late afternoon. Not only was it an exceptional way to end the day, it presented the opportunity to witness nature at her artistic best, presenting a different image each day. The suns rays illuminated the mountains through an overcast sky.

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The fiery orange glow promised a perfect spring day to come.

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Sure enough, the following day was glorious.

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Clouds mingled with mountains creating a new horizon.

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The colours explode in fabulous firecracker fashion.

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Heavy cloud concealed the setting sun

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but later, after dinner in the village, a rose glow revealed itself.

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There was an eerie intensity this day, almost as though spells were being cast over the mountains.

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Our last sunset was truly spectacular, the changes subtle as we sipped and reminisced the past two weeks

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and contemplated the adventures that lay ahead.

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Cosmeston

After wrenching ourselves away from Cornwall, we continued on our travels to Wales. Staying in Penarth, we were able to explore the surrounding Vale of Glamorgan. We discovered Cosmeston Medieval Village.

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The remains of 14th century stone buildings were unearthed during the development of Cosmeston Lakes Country Park in 1978.

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A unique archaeological project restored the medieval village of Cosmeston on its original site and foundations. We were greeted by a man dressed for the year 1350, then left to roam at will.

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The pigs had a very cosy house.

There was plenty happening in 1350 – Britain was in its twelfth year of the Hundred Years War with France

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and was slowly recovering from the Black Death of 1348, which killed almost half the population.

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Some of the pigs were shy

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but the sheep seemed contented.

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We wandered around Cosmeston Lakes, with 12 hectares of open water

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there was plenty of birdlife.

The park was beautiful

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and the autumn colours quite spectacular.

We had worked up a bit of a thirst and luckily, stumbled across the Traherne Arms. Situated on a hill called the Tumble, overlooking Cardiff, it was actually a very busy restaurant. The gentleman behind the bar was initially not very happy but took pity on us and served us a pint. He took the time out for a chat and then gave us a souvenir ‘Brains’ bar towel!

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I like this story. Until the 19th Century it was known as the Tumbledown Dick Inn. Named after Richard, the son of Oliver Cromwell, following an ample lunch in the company of the Jones’ of Fonmon Castle, fell off his horse while descending the hill, giving him the alias of Tumbledown Dick.