We arrived at Peschici, it’s very touristy but very pretty, lots of olive groves wooded hills; just going to check the beach now, and maybe stop and see if the Milan v Inter Sfiglia is on the telly.
Blog 8 a
The apartment we’re in is in the small holding of the owners, where he grows oranges, lemons, salad veggies, broccoli etc. The local broccoli is really bitter and strong flavoured, the old guy that runs the place gave us some and said to split the stalks, boil the leaves and the florets, put the pasta on the green water, mix it all up and pour on Olive oil. I’ll do that later today.
April seems to be a good time to come to Galgarno, it’s sunny, not too hot, the sea is refreshing and you get the beaches to yourself. Most of the parking restrictions don’t seem to apply, but that may be the case all year. Most of the beaches have been groomed, but the gaggies aren’t around to stop you going on them. We did get to one beach that looked like it was entirely private, with no access for the proletariat. This one hadn’t been groomed so we had an elicit game of cricket on it, using washed up canes for stumps, a raggy tennis ball and half a plank for the bat. Disappointingly no Italians approached and asked if they could join in.
There’s a fishing method used here that looks intriguing, they spread a not out on or near the sea bed, and hoik it out, presumably with some surprised fish in it. Never seen them in action, but these are the constructions used for it. It looks a perilous business to me.
Blog 8 b
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