90 degrees to the left there is a biblical storm the likes of which I have only ever seen in films with Charlton Heston; black sky, thunder, lightening, frogs and errr… a nun just walking past with an umbrella. I timed my arrival in San Quirico d’Orcia well as the storm arrived only a few minutes after I did. I could see and occasionally hear it in the distance as I cycled up the hill towards the town and I’m not altogether disappointed that it was heading in the same direction as me (big flash and clap of thunder overhead) as it will mean a nice fresh ride this afternoon (oh! Even bigger crack of lightening!). It reminds me of Switzerland.
So for the timebeing it’s the inside of this bar. Not sure how much patience the bar lady will have; I have already purchased and scoffed my two foccacia panini.
Not sure either where I will be tonight. I’ll be passing (it gets louder!) Monti Amiata which at 1,738 metres has been looming ahead for quite some time. Cycling as far as Bolsena and the lake does, at this point of the day with the weather outside as it is, seem a little ambitious to say the least. More weather reports later….