The post lunch wind down was followed by the need to make the most of the remaining sun, which was already well into its afternoon descent. We readied ourselves in coats, hats, gloves etc and set off for Selva di Fasano to go and look for the 'selva' (wood) to have a mooch around. After a struggling 10 minutes bumbling around between the rather posh houses, we found a patch of land that looked walkable and aimed for it. Cars were parked, which was a good sign that other people were about too. A very moderate bimble along a track, past a ruined but for sale trullo, and into a forest came to a disappointing end as the path petered out. Jasper even said that it wasn't much of a walk. Upon turning round though, our fortunes changed. Not in a massive way that a beautiful forest walk might have changed it. But things came our way that were less than expected. Initially, as we turned and left the little part of the wood, a camouflaged man with a gun and dog came past us. Maya was slightly concerned that he didn't have a helmet and that should he have shot at a house and the bullet bounced off back towards his head he wouldn't have any protection. I allayed her fears by making sure she was aware that people generally don't go shooting at houses.
As we walked back in the sun and along the track, we picked endless pine cones for part of our winter fuel. We then stopped at the ruined trullo and went to have a nosey. A potentially beautiful building, all the rooms were open and we could all imagine what a fantastic place this could be.
As we went further along the track we came across some parascenders all flying around in the sky. A beautiful way to spend the afternoon. We followed one as she walked through some delapidated farm buildings, through a field, through gaps in stone walls, up and down and around a little wooded track to a clearing on a hill. The people were quite happy for us to watch. It was lovely to just sit and watch with our post-roast dinner tummies needing a rest. It looked a really peaceful way to spend an afternoon. As the last man left, the chief of proceedings, a man named Lino, came and said bye bye to us and wished us well. He then started bumbling on about Italian cheese and proceeded to pass on to us, the remains of two types of cheese that he had obviously had for his lunch. A slightly odd way to end the day, but a lovely way nonetheless, as people generally continue to welcome us as English holidaymakers. So, cheese in hand, we trudged back and enjoyed the moment that was roast, walk, men with kites and cheese in a bag!
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