It had to happen sometime. And with a view like this, this is as good a time as any.
After a very brief phone conversation (conversation isn’t strictly true – although brief is) between a non Italian speaking Englishman and a non English speaking Italian, I wrongly assume a voice on the other end must mean the campsite we’re heading for is open. It isn’t.
Beastie takes us up to the small town of Montefiascone. It’s viewpoint, one thousand feet above the volcanic Lake Bolsena, is magnificent. No other word for it. Takes our breath away. Impossible for a camera image to capture what the eyes see and feel. Here goes.
We zig-zag down. Skirt along the shoreline. We’re in heaven. A couple of K further we’ll be there. It’s a dusty track. A dead end with a locked double gate. Beastie likes it here. So do we. It’s very quiet and secluded. We’re fully loaded. Food, water and gas all on board. We decide to go “wild”. No one will even know we’re here.
We break out Scoot and decide to explore lakeside.
End up in Capodimonte. Expect to find a factory with lots of shops selling the stuff. Turns out this is a different Capodimonte.
Back at base camp, we find a small tabby anxiously waiting to greet us. He’s seen us coming. Our turn to share lunch. The evening bids the day farewell with a spectacular sunset.
“I wonder if the tabby is still around”. My first coherent thought, as I step down and out following morning. At first I thought I was seeing double. Then realised I was. Two little heads popped out from under Beastie’s stomach. He’d only gone and told his mate. Mary-Ann went into mumsy wumsy mode. Cooked them up fresh salmon for breakfast.
