Winter walks
Night the dog and I go walking at the Abbey early in the morning. In January and February she is as excited as ever when getting into the car, but it is a different story when I open the door at the Abbey. Her look is easily interpreted “You want me to get out of this nice warm car … to walk on THAT?” This morning matters were not improved by a misadventure on the steep road between Mogliano and the Abbey.
If you look carefully at this misty picture taken this morning you can see Mogliano outlined on the skyline, the road winding through the hills lined by pines. As I swooped around one of these curves a bag filled with the sweepings of my sewing room tipped slowly onto Night’s head. When she finally emerged from the car she was barely recognisable through the coating of tiny bits of colourful cashmere.