It is remarkable how doing very little can fill whole days. It's taken me a long while to reach the point where I am not worried by having time to spare. Sunday, we pedalled to the next village, then pedalled back again. It was hardly any distance at all, well not horizontally, it was a fair old whoosh downwards, and a stately ride back, no huffing and puffing, ebikes are fabulous things.
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| We never did find the track to the hill-top village |
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| Gill scoots up-hill |
In the late afternoon we revisited Montecatini Alto, skirted its circuitous walls, found the funicular station and a metalled road to the central square, so avoiding the steep cobbled street that we struggled up on Friday. A mooch around the menus identified a nice place for lunch tomorrow. See I told you we filled the day with very little, and came up with a plan for advanced bugger-all tomorrow into the bargain.
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| Montecatini Alto |
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| A Funicular connects the hill village to Montecatini Terme below |
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| Put there just to add a bit of 'La Dolce Vita' style |
Next day, we did a bit of washing in the morning, had a relaxed long lunch in the main square of Montecatini Alto, wobbled home, stared at the view from our pitch, Gill magicked a Moroccan style couscous dish, watched an episode of Borgen, and suddenly we were sleepy... time for bed.
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