We met at a train station and ended up in Tuscany.
I’m was sitting in the garden of a Tuscan villa, overlooking the rolling hills, now a pale green and brown thanks to the relentless European sun. Bells in the distance clinking and chiming, clinking and chiming. I asked, ‘where’s that noise coming from?’. ‘It’s the sheep’ they said. And off in the distance, in the far far distance there they…