The car journey to our new Italian home started on bumpy motorways which turned into bumpier side roads and later into serpentine country roads climbing into the Sicilian hills. We finally pulled up to the house around eight O’clock, making it something of a frenzy getting the little one her dinner, preparing all the beds, unpacking the essentials from our suitcases, putting together a quick meal for us, all whilst trying to get a fire started.

A fire was essential, because the house was freezing! I can’t even remember the last time we felt so cold indoors. Luckily we came prepared - so it was on with the warm jumpers and on with the ancient electric heaters. As the night wore on a large storm brewed outside, and in the battle between gale-force winds and tiny heaters, unfortunately there is only ever going to be one winner.
The next morning we awoke to shutters clattering against windows, as the storm continued to rage outside. Everyone put on a brave face and the forced smiles turned to real ones after our first hot cup of tea and a (not very Italian) porridge breakfast. Opening the blinds gave us our first view of the surroundings – seemingly endless undulating olive tree hills as far as the eye could see. As soon as the rain stops coming in sideways and the dark grey sky gives way to blue, I’m sure it’s going to look beautiful.
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