Juliet, Puglia, 5 August 2020

Lazing around at Jan and Wenche’s laid-back Masseria Coccioli. It’s been amazing to get some sunshine and swim after all the months of lockdown and the cold summer up until I left.

There’s plenty of space around to roam with Lottie, but it’s too hot to go far and I have to keep her on the lead because otherwise she gets covered with burrs. It’s her third year here so I’m starting to let her free to roam round the grounds.

Typical Pugliese landscape: prickly pears, dry stone walls and olives

The Masseria is a pretty mask-free zone as life is lived outside. It’s a real relief after the walk-to-wall masks elsewhere in Italy. People even wear them when alone in their cars or walking 50 metres from others.

By contrast, in situations where masks are really needed, people have them dangling from one ear, pulled down below their chins or worn jauntily round their arms. Scarily, people who otherwise wear their masks all the time actually take them off to have a good old sneeze or cough!

I picked Jack up from Fiumicino airport six days ago. We’ve been keeping our distance and both wearing masks when driving together in the car (eight hours in total from Rome). He flew from Seville, where there are few cases of virus, but numbers are spiralling elsewhere in Spain.

Before setting out to Puglia, I had a week in Capena to get the house ready for the German family who are there at the moment. They’re my first and only Casa Galilei guests since lockdown. I hadn’t been to the house for eight months so was worried about what I’d find. The Internet was working fine, but the dishwasher (on its last legs anyway) needed replacing. The Sky box had packed up, but a trip to the Sky shop netted me a new, free, upgraded replacement.

The house was looking great as Billy the Macedonian builder had painted it, treated all the beams and put in new skirtings while I was away. Tina the cleaner had done a great job of cleaning up after him too. Another plus was that the house didn’t need airing as it’s been such a dry year in Italy. Mostly, all I had to do was settle in and enjoy myself.

During the week in Capena, I got on with some welcome work and Liz came to stay for a few days from Milan. We masked up in the car and kept our distance in the house, but otherwise we’re able to interact much as normal while outside.

I also finally got to meet my charming Argentinian guests Hugo and Ana who’ve been staying in Casa Marconi since the beginning of March. They came intending to stay a month, little knowing they’d still be there in August.

Jack and I broke the long trip from Rome to Puglia with a night in Caggiano to see Geoff, Lucia and family. It’s become a tradition to buy our olive oil from Lucia’s Mum.

I love Caggiano. It’s in the hills south of Naples, parallel with Salerno on the coast. The climate is a bit cooler and the air feels really fresh. There’s a lot of farming and even a local range of little hardworking trucks, including the Rambo. They’re usually red but I fell in love with this turquoise one.

Wonder how long it took to stack up the logs on this truck (this one’s an Iveco).

Here’s a few more photos taken around Capena.

Capena’s gorge
Il Gigante looking out
Lottie having her own sun-downer
Mural at the local primary school

Modena, Juliet, 23 July 2020

Made it to my campsite in Modena about 7:30 after a long 9 hours in the car. Traffic was very slow through the St Gottardo tunnel and round Milan.

Just in time to put up the tent and have some couscous.

We had another little walk around Turckheim before setting off. The Covid measures are so clear in France. “This is why you have to wear the mask and here are the cheap masks”.

It was weird crossing the border into Switzerland and going from wall-to-wall masks to no masks. All the Swiss border guards were bare-faced. People at the Swiss service stations were doing their own thing, a bit like in the UK.

The crossing into Italy was hardly manned and none of the cars were being stopped. This Italian service station was trying to lighten the mood.

Today’s biggest drama was my phone suddenly starting to gobble data as I was driving through Switzerland. I thought it might be because I’d switched to navigating with Waze, which gives a lot more info than the other navigation apps and is probably more data-heavy. Actually it was because Switzerland is a non-EU country and data roaming isn’t included in my phone package. Don’t remember that ever happening before in Switzerland. Is this what’s in store everywhere when we leave the EU?

The campsite here in Modena is practically deserted, there are no customers at the bar and the swimming pool is empty. I imagine it’d normally be heaving at this time of year. It’s a surprisingly nice site, except for the mosquitos and traffic noise. Might leave it a good review as it’s only got 3 stars.

Going to take the tent down early in the morning as thunderstorms are forecast and don’t want to pack it away wet. Just a short hop to Capena now.

The weather looks great in Rome.

Juliet, 22 July 2020 Turckheim

Had a very pleasant end of stay in St-Quentin, including a walk along the Sentier Botanique to a picnic place with loads of fishing platforms.

The hoped-for croissants arrived in a van on the campsite at about 9 am. Perfect.

What with generally faffing around, making tea and coffee and eating croissants, it took me about 3 hours to get on the road.

I had a good run down to Trockheim. The new car goes like a dream and two days’ non-stop driving has really got me used to the manual gearbox again after driving an automatic for years.

The trip was only marred by lots of loo breaks due to drinking loads of water to ward off a threatening dose of cystitis. I decided that more action was needed and after googling around booked an immediate online appointment.

Dr Khalil took a while to appear. Just like a long wait in a surgery I guess. And it reminded me of the Peanuts cartoon.

When he did materialise, Dr Khalil was great. He spoke good English and emailed me a prescription to pick up this morning. Covid-19 is putting an end to many face-to-face appointments and in my situation this seems an entirely good thing. I’ll be back on the road without having to make a risky visit to a doctor’s surgery.

I had to translate a report on the Italian health service post-Covid last week. It concluded that resources would be stretched by not being able to have traditional waiting rooms and, given that no more funds or doctors are available, the only way forward is to innovate and use remote methods where possible.

Having seen the doc, I took the ever-patient Lottie to see Turckheim. It turned out to be as pretty as Colmar on a small scale.

I even saw two storks nesting on a roof. it was a long way up and getting a bit dark, but you can just about make them out.

Next leg is Turckheim to Parma through Switzerland…

Juliet, 21 July 2020, St-Quentin.

Day 1 on the road to Capena went well. I even managed to get everything in the car.

I had a fast run to the Channel Tunnel and arrived just in time for my Shuttle crossing. On the French side, my Emovis Tag toll payment gadget was still working so I didn’t have to do the undignified run round the car that annoys the other motorists with left hand drive cars so much.

So far, the Covid-19 messages are much clearer here. Everyone is cheerfully wearing masks in confined spaces.

I struck lucky with my campsite and my teepee was up in no time. There’s a distant bell tolling in the village nearby, which bodes well for being able to get some nice croissants tomorrow morning too.

I paid €32 for my pitch and brought all my own food. When I stay in a cheap hotel it’s €50-70 per night plus dinner out. So the score for day 1 is Camping 1: Budget Ibis 0!

Sundowner view

Apart from the money-saving, it feels much safer to be outdoors.

Compared to the 376 miles I’ve done today, tomorrow’s 276 mile leg to Alsace should be a doddle.

Juliet, Cardiff, 23 June 2020

Gorgeous day and due to get into the late 20s today. I’m in my usual spot near the Secret Garden but trying out another bench in front of a nice bit of topiary.

Later today I’m going to have a chat to Cammy about the feasibility of going to Italy at the end of July. I’m missing Capena and need to check on my house before it’s occupied by a German family who will be my first holiday home guests not to cancel since the pandemic struck.

My plan is to drive, stopping over for 3 nights en route in campsites, which I figure are safer than hotels. I’ve checked through my camping gear and updated it a bit, because I think it’ll be handy in other circumstances too.

There’s a possibility Cammy might drive down too, in a separate car, with her friend Elly and we’d meet up in campsites every night. I’ve done the route tons of times driving solo, but never in a pandemic!

Jack might join me in Rome from Seville for the first two weeks of August provided the quarantine rule has been lifted. Otherwise he’ll have to hole up in the UK for that fortnight before a wedding due to take place mid-August. Nothing can be planned until we know what the rules for quarantine, stag nights and weddings will be.

Jack and I were due to go to a Masseria run by a Swedish couple Puglia who’ve become firm friends and this could still go ahead. All we have to do is switch his cancelled RyanAir flights to new dates.

I’m hoping against hope that I can go anyway. The idea of swimming in a pool and the sea surrounded by olive groves seems a wonderful dream, but it’s now a possibility in Italy and Spain.

Le shuttle is open now and I’m sure I can drive safely through France and Switzerland into Italy by staying on campsites. I will have to sign a health declaration when I enter France but Le Shuttle website says I don’t have to quarantine in France if I’m driving straight through.

My next step is to find out if I can book on campsites in France and Italy and if I will be welcome in Capena. After all, I will be coming from the Sick Man of Europe…