Last day

Amidst the chaos of packing when really I need to sleep, a quick blip. The quartet of photos above give an idea of today’s walk, but cannot convey the fresh coolness of walking through morning meadows nor the wonderful acoustics of the three village churches we visited in a valley hanging high above Lake Garda. It was the best of the week’s walks, and a great end to the holiday.

Now an Italian lady from the front desk has arrived to try to stop the ceiling fan which has been blowing me off the bed and I think she has succeeded so …

Bed. Maybe tea, then bed. Before it starts up again. Buona notte!