November 17

A circular walk starting at Brione

Idro to Ponte Caffaro via the Smugglers' Way
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After having enjoyed a talk, about the artwork on the frontispieces of 16th Century books produced in this valley, last night we awoke later than usual this morning. These talks are organised by the friends of Valley Sabbia and are usually well attended. The next talk is to be about Christmas traditions here, the songs, tunes and the Alpine Star.

When we finally managed to get going this morning it was obvious that the day would be another sunny one. The IKEA furniture is assembled but is still empty and forlorn in the pantry. The agonising choice facing us today was to sort out the kitchen and pantry or go out in the sun for a walk.

Last month we went up to Brione, a beautiful hillside village in Trentino, for a walk. The weather was misty that day and the views were a bit restricted so, as it is a walk of just 4 miles or so it seemed ideal for today so that we could see what we had missed before.

The road to Brione is narrow in places and has a few blind corners so I was grateful to tuck in behind another car going up so that, in the event of a lunatic coming in the opposite direction, the other car would bear the brunt of things.

The stroll starts in the car park built on the roof of the football club changing rooms. The football pitch overlooks a steep drop so has high sided fences in order to save the expense of renewing balls frequently and to avoid complaints from the people living at the bottom of the cliff.

The road to the path was blocked today by some roadworks, as was an alternative. When I say roadworks this is an exaggeration as the roads are very narrow and easily blocked by a mini digger. In order to get through to the path we went through someone’s yard where they were receiving a load of wood. Janet was beside herself with delight and took loads of woody photos. When we saw the bloke later he told us that he had worked in London for a few years but Brione was more tranquil.
171120122943 Snow in the distance

The snow on the hill we see from home looked fabulous in the sunshine. Although we were mightily glad of warm clothes when we got to a shady section.

171120122945 Frost  not in the distance

Lots of the mountain houses have corrugated iron sheets on the roof in order to allow the snow to slide off. Tiles and gutters would not be able to cope with the weight of snow which falls in winter.

171120122947 Tin roof

The tree in the next photo was sitting nicely on a rock.

tree on a rock

Back at Brione we encountered the taped off streets again. This place is another hidden gem, with narrow streets, low arches and ancient buildings. We enjoyed wandering through these streets in order to find the car again.

171120122952 Brione where we came out

Idro to Ponte Caffaro via the Smugglers' Way
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Posted November 17, 2012 by mike in category "Life after strolling

2 COMMENTS :

  1. By Chris Phillips on

    Thank you very much for giving the world the opportunity to listen in to what seems like a slide show for friends.

    My wife saw your story in the Italian press and sent me the link, and I have steadily worked through your trials and tribulations with French maps, the GPS, footwear, the blogging site, the absence of accommodation in the right places, the maddening habit that paths have of dwindling to nothing and the near universal confirmation of how good and nice most strangers are.

    I too am an ex-pat in Italy, and live in Sacrofano, just outside Rome. My dream was to do exactly as you have done, but on horseback, when I retire. But maybe what the Romans were able to do 2000 years ago is unachievable today – the logistics of arranging stabling/grazing for horses, as well as a place for humans to sleep each night might be beyond me.

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    1. By mike (Post author) on

      Hi Chris, thank you very much and best of luck with your idea. When we set off from home on our journey we had no idea what would happen. I suppose the most surprising thing was the amount of stuff we had to do each day. We had imagined that there would be loads of time in each place to look around, to doze, chat in bars etc. No such thing.

      As a matter of interest, what brought you to Italy?

      Mike

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