Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

This week, with Christmas fast approaching, we finally managed to book appointments with the notaio, the accountant, the bank manager, The Three Sisters, and Friendly Estate Agent. The notaio met us the day before our appointment, and told us that all is well. The accountant cancelled, the bank manager cancelled. The vendor meeting took place in gorgeous sunshine at The Olive Hill, but without any of the sisters who are selling The Olive Hill actually present, and the estate agent eventually arrived to act as a translator two hours late, thanks to a flat tyre en route. Thankfully, our Italian … Continue reading Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

Tram Lines, and Progress?

Many years ago, the Royal Air Force sent us to Fife, in Scotland. It’s fair to say that we were not your normal Air Force family. While Scott was busy commanding a front-line squadron of Tornado F3s, I was running a farmhouse kitchen company called Well Oiled. I spent my days making fresh pesto (green and red), tapenade, antipasti such as peperoni sott’ olio and, of course, I spent time drying herbs and chopping garlic in order to create delicious tasting infused Italian olive oils, to sell at the local Farmers’ Markets in St Andrews and Cupar. We kept chickens … Continue reading Tram Lines, and Progress?