Tempo Brutto

Bad weather. Each year in Italy the summer season is ended by a large storm that sweeps in from the Atlantic and brings thunder, lightening and hail plus torrential rain. It comes either at the end of August or in September or occasionally in October but it comes.

To the surprise of the Met boys  it has arrived this year in June and has established itself for up to 8 days on the boot. Each day we get a great light show and plenty of rain though no hail as yet. But we have until next Saturday for that before it moves away.

Clearly it can’t be called the autumnal storm like normal as it is June. So they have christened it a freak summer storm.

It is playing havoc with my gardening ambitions as we try to convert the field into some form of garden . The plan is to have walkways to various areas where there will be a small garden area featuring a certain style of plants like white flowers or wild flowers etc.

However as always I have gotten a little carried away with it all. Many many years ago when just a young child I would be taken to Windsor and would often walk a little of The Long Walk. As a teenager my late father would on odd occasions again take me there on a Sunday and we would walk its 2.4 miles and back timing it so we returned to the car in Park Street at exactly midday which just happened to coincide with the landlord of the Two Brewers pub sliding back the bolts on the front door and opening up the pub. In those days it was a very pleasant pub and quite possibly still is. On many Sundays when setting off for the walk we would see the Duke of Edinburgh out driving a carriage and six with seemingly no body guards and no security. American tourists would gawp as they recognised who it was and almost miss the most amazing photo opportunity of their entire trip. So I have very fond memories of the Long Walk.

The Windsor Long Walk

Now my field ain’t  2.4 miles long but it is 100 metres ( 328 feet) so I thought I shall recreate the long walk  in a rather truncated form. So first pick the walk.

B P ( Before Pavement)

 

It is a pity I don’t have a castle at either end of it of course but there is the house and as the old saying goes an Englishman’s home is is castle. This phrase actually come from the legal concept of the inviolability of the home and has been known in Western Civilization since the age of the Roman Republic. The term derives from the historic English common law dictum that “an Englishman’s home is his castle”. This concept was established as English law by the 17th century jurist Sir Edward Coke, in his The Institutes of the Laws of England, 1628. So now you know.

Today we set about it in-between showers and thunder storms. By the end of the day the paving stones were in place.

My Long Walk 2

Tomorrow the gravel arrives to go around the stones and so Bobs your Uncle Charlie’s your aunt I have a shortish Long Walk. Just no deer as yet.

And that expression apparently comes from the British General, Lord Roberts, nicknamed “Bobs”. The British Army in India coined the term “Bob’s your uncle” to indicate you had the good fortune of being related to the commanding general. No one knows where the rest of the expression came from.

Three days of the World Cup and I think the organisers are missing a trick . I reckon there should be an Hollywood style award ceremony at the end of the tournament where they give out best actor oscars for players that fake injury or take theatrical dives.

The nomination list is already quite long and after last night includes most of the French and Honduras team who seemed to spend most of the game writhing in absolute agony before leaping to their feet to run off once the free kick was given. Some I thought would never walk again and would be crippled for life so good was the acting. But as the games become more important in the knock out sudden death stages trust me the acting will get better and better.  We can have Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor ( when the other guy also goes down and fakes injury after fouling the first guy). Best African continent Actor , Best European Actor and so on.  They could make nauseating speeches thanking every one they know for their ability to fool the referee and do a little more crying as well.

See you tomorrow.

 

 

About hereinpuglia

Retired to Puglia after some 40 years in the travel industry working for P&O Lines, British Airways, Alamo rent-a-car,Abercrombie&Kent, owner of Quest Tours and Travel and finally Thomas Cook. Married to Geraldine we now have a small house with too much land near the town of Martina Franca in Puglia. Two kids one married and living in Hong Kong and the other single and living in London. No dogs, no cats no animals.
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