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Published: September 30th 2017
We woke fairly late. I guess we still feel this holiday is the oddest we have been on so far. An unorganised one at best and one that seems to cobbled together as we have gone along and things have gone very wrong. It just does not seem to be coming together at all.
We showered, we emptied the toilet and just about got ready to set off for another day. We hoped that today we would have no mishaps and then what goes and happens – we have one. I dropped a Corelle dish and smashed it to smithereens. Underneath this American product it says it is chip proof and that it is unbreakable . Well I can tell you that those words are not true as I am now minus a dish which ended up in pieces in the dustbin.
Before we left we got talking to a guy from Pembrokeshire. He used to work for an American oil company and spent his lump sum retirement payment on a Chauson motorhome which he kept for a number of years. He traded it in last year for a Globecar panel conversion . Now was our chance . We
From the other side
said we had fallen out of love with Suzy due to her size and the inconvenience of getting her on and off the drive. You are welcome to look at ours he said. We needed no further invitation and were there like rats up a drainpipe. He opened the back which exposed fixed ready made up beds . We sighed – no more making beds up every night . This had over the years become irksome. The space underneath was amazing. There was more space under that bed than we had in the entire inside of Suzy. He kept his bikes there. We couldn’t even get one bike in Suzy . He showed us the shower area – much better than ours, The kitchen, the captains seats. Envy is a terrible thing and we were feeling it as they showed us the table and the extra bed , the working fridge and the small cooker and sink. We want one. As we left them for our next stop of Commechio we could not stop talking about that Globecar.
So where in the world did Suzy end up? On a car park /sosta in the tiny Italian town of Commachio.
We had intended to go to Imola first to have a look at the museum and the racetrack but …………there was fair on and the car park we were to park on was filled with stalls and entertainment. Lets just say we were not very pleased but decided that there was nowhere to park so it was Imolas loss and not ours.
So Commachio it ended up as. Commachio is on an inland lake with a very small spit of land between it and the sea. Age old fishing nets line the shore. Commechio is famous for eels. It is a lovely place that offered a sosta for the use of folks like us. We enjoyed the small village alongside a whole shedload of Italians out on a Sunday afternoon. The sosta was within walking distance and had a Co-op next door. Perfect.
The village is small and not commercialised at all. Its claim to fame are its canals. Not canals on the scale of Venice but small and perfectly formed. Over the main canal is what brings the visitors to the place. The Five Bridges. We could see them in the distance and they were covered as
if by ants. There were so many people it was hard to believe that they would not sink under their weight. The canal at the main point divides into three parts. Each goes to a specific area of the village. Alongside each of the arms of the canal are shops and restuarants. The bridge itself is rather hard to describe. In lay mans terms it is built of a red brick. The largest arch of the bridge goes over the largest of the waterways. To each side are two other bridges and they all interconnect. It is a gem of architecture and brilliant in its design. The pictures will have to tell its story as best they can but it is a beautiful bridge. Built in 1634 by Luca Danesi the architect who used incredible skill to link four waterways in a construction that is both harmonious and practical. The three arches meet from opposite directions and in some ways it looks an impossible task to make the thing work. But work it does. We walked along the canal side and bought a gelato. Nut and a cream one. I just love Italy for ice cream.
There are a number of churches dotted around the town all of which are Baroque in design and heavily wooded inside. A large monument to the caduti stands in the main square. We pondered on the word caduti and know that all the memorials to soldiers lost in the first and second world wars are known as monuments to the caduti, The graveyards of the caduti are dotted all over Italy. The word caduti also means a gift in Italian and perhaps that sums up giving ones life up for your country. It is the greatest gift any man or woman could give.
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