( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites )

Fireflies and Prosecco

Day 7. 27 June 2006

Tuesday. Waking at five o’clock with the birds singing, I lie on my sleeping platform for a few hours more, dozing in and out sleep. I find this morning that during the night I had been joined, on the other side of the sleeping platform, by Sarah, but she has now joined the others sleeping outside under the sky, on tarpaulins. As I get dressed and pack my sleeping bag away I find that a 50 cent coin has been left on the boards next to my bed.

We wash and breakfast and slowly wake into the early morning light as John and the Italians join us for another day of work. Ernesto has not come up the mountain today and so Gianni and Benito have decided that there is a little more work to be done on the sheep fold. Amongst some remedial repositioning of some of the stones on the wall, they have decided to reinstate a third milking stool and gate, and to clear the fold of all the rocks, even the big ones, that Ernesto said to leave. We spend a few happy hours rolling large rocks out of the fold and down the hill…

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