I'd planned to write about Tuscany and my writing course which takes place every May.
I thought about mentioning the impossibly cute little villages which look as if they've been commissioned from Central Casting. Or the roses which bloom next to the wine-veranda. I could describe the crystal clear water which rushes past, making its own particular kind of music. And the unforgettable trips to the Disney-esque Cinque Terre, or the beautiful city of Lucca.
But in the end, I thought I'd just let the mountains and the sunshine speak for themselves…
And somewhere behind me, you can hear the Angelus echoing out over the valleys….