I try never to think about how rubbish the first draft will be, and I don’t believe that any author can write a perfect one. However, I am trying to improve my first drafts, with more targeted planning and outlining, so that I can get to the castle building quicker… 😋
Si and I got ‘married’ twice in 1998, both times in the month of June. The first time was on June 11th and 11am in our beloved Firenze (that’s Florence). Just the two of us, our interpreter, Mara and two strangers, Joanna and Richard who were pulled off the street as our witnesses. The film, ‘Tea With Moussolini’ was being shot in the square and on the morning of our our wedding we were woken by torrential rain! Simon had to do an emergency shop to buy umbrellas and we had great fun sploshing across to the Palazzo Vecchio where the service took place in the Salle Rossa. A magical time, I felt like a Princess – although I wasn’t dressed like one, as you can see I was determined not to look the typical bride.
By the time we’d done the deed, the sun was shining, and we learnt that the Italians believe it’s lucky to get married in the rain. They even have a saying, “Sposa bagnata, sposa fortunata“. I know many couples pray for good weather for their special day, but nothing could have spoilt this precious time for us.
Naughty Nell and I have been on our familiar walk today. Now the rain has washed all the snow away it’s revealing the devastation that lay underneath over a metre of the cold stuff. We heard the trees crashing and falling during the worst of the wintry precipitation, not helped by the thick ropes of ivy that strangle the trunks that have only ensured their demise. Our bamboo is flattened but hopefully we’ll be able to salvage some canes – we’ve used most of our supply in temporarily securing the fence for the dogs. Never mind, out of devastation will come new growth and new life…