Well you all knew that but Joss got a vent today about MH and now I have to eat humble pie, but it was a damn good pie….

Left the artists on their way to Siena and was collected yet again by the travel agents mum.  She roared thru the countryside whilst having an intense conversation in Italian with me, fine we understood each other…

She dropped me off at Biano Vagno as I refuse to go backwards. Met two desperate young American men there who said they had been stranded there for two days wanting to go to Siena, suggested they walk, shock, horror…

Anyway nice walk , straight uphill but nice all the same, from this interesting Roman bath and 15th century flour mill town, to Rocca D’Orca.

No shops, niente, just a B&B and cafe…

All sorts of dramas to get my room, all boring but finally made it and slept for three hours…

Dinner, well there was a real restaurant run by Mrs hippy, who with Mr hippy has travelled everywhere…even Guam.  Lovely little plate of nibbles, then the standard but tasty tomato bread soup, then a wild boar ragout (read stew), boar shot by her brother, with a chick pea thingy, all very good.

I believe the boar story as loads of cartridges underfoot the last few days abs signs of pigs rootling in the ground.  A gun went off not far from me on Sunday scaring me to death …

So a 20 plus bash tomorrow to Radicofani.