48 hours in Rome

Saturday, 8 February 2020

Taking trips with Ainsley is always fun. We're on the same page about what we want to see, how many times a day we should get ice cream (at least twice), and she's happy being in front of the camera whereas I like being behind it. Italy seems to be a winner for us; last time, we went to Bologna and had a perfect couple of days away from terrible British March weather. This time, Rome was our destination. Neither of us are particularly built for very hot weather, and our trip fell during the middle of the European heatwave, so it was a little stickier than planned, but two days of walking, eating and looking at beautiful things was well worth the sweat. We did all the Rome classics: the Vatican Museums (don't do what we did - buy tickets online, and visit off season), the Trevi Fountain (early morning would be best), the Colosseum, St. Peter's Basilica, the Roman Forum, the Sistine Chapel, walked along the river, and ate classic and veganised carbonara. It was glorious. Special mention for the Capuchin Crypt - photography isn't permitted, for obvious reasons, but it's a very interesting visit (the museum is great, too).

The Yorkshire Dales

Thursday, 5 December 2019

In August, we went to dog sit my aunt's new puppy Luna, whilst they went to do some hiking in Switzerland. Whilst our views weren't quite the Swiss mountains, we managed to do some nice walking of our own. Luna is a very busy dog, and she's happiest - and causing least mischief - when she's on a walk. We caught a beautiful day up on Ilkley Moor, a nice respite from the drizzle the rest of the week. A climb to the top of the Cow and Calf, finding the oldest graffiti (1852) on the rocks, following little streams, smelling the heather: a lovely afternoon. We finished off with a quick pint at the pub (at the bottom of their garden, since Luna disapproved of the fact she wasn't allowed cider, and voiced her disappointment. She's lucky she's so cute.)

The next walk which I brought my camera out for was a totally different story. This is the Yorkshire I'm more familiar with. Dark greys, bright greens, a generous helping of fog. We wrapped up - me in my old raincoat, Chris in the pac-a-mac I'd forced him to buy earlier in the week - and headed out anyway. Luna had hated her raincoat when I tried to get her into it, so she made do without. The water at Grassington was roaring through, so much so that the stepping stones over to the old church which we'd planned on visiting were covered with the rushing water. After a few tester steps, we decided we didn't want to risk a ducking, so we carried on down the footpath instead. Once all of us were suitably soaked and Luna had had enough of trying to catch stones in the river, we piled back into the car, found the towels, and headed home to warm up on the sofa.