Home is where the heart is

I have led a nomadic existence since stepping down from the train in Alassio all those years ago. I just did a quick calculation and I've lived in no less than ten different towns, mainly in Liguria and Lombardy.

Now I'm finally settled in a small town called Sozzago, a ten minute drive from Novara in Piedmont and about an hour's drive from the Alps which you can see in the picture to the left. The area is flat and mainly agricultural, the main crops being corn and rice.
We have a fairly muggy climate in the summer and find ourselves living in the fog from November through to February, but my wife and I have plenty on our hands with our four legged family!

We have the good fortune to have two lovely gardens, one out front and the other out back and share our house with three dogs, the distinguished white-haired, elderly statesman,







                                         the golden boy, and pretender to the throne and

the nipper who has been with us since February last year when we read his sad story on the website of Lida, a kennels in Olbia, Sardinia.

The nipper had been shot and thrown on a rubbish tip to die. Fortunately a good samaritan took him to the kennels where he was nursed back to health. Unfortunately the kennels suffered massive damage in the recent storms and floods in Olbia and many dogs drowned.

So, there you are. That's us!