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Published: April 6th 2012
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When I was thirteen, my parents took me to Tuscany. In between the noisy chaos of Florence and the gravity-challenging architecture of Pisa, we went to a little village in the Apennines on the strength of my mother’s curiosity in Milton’s choice of simile, “Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks of Vallombrosa”. If he had written “as glorious as autumnal leaves in Patagonia”, w...
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Carolyn Russell
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WOW, WOW, WOW !!!
And that is not me pretending to be of the canine variety ! Cannot take it all in, what you two are up to. And the photos....simply stunning !! Especially liked the rear view of - is it some of your travelling companions - the four legged ones ! Male company seems not to be a problem then ? Take care both and come back to boring Britain safe and well. I say again, when the book ? Much love, Carolyn and Jim XXXX