To my neighbours’ amusement, I ploughed and harrowed, tended old olive trees, made hay (using the old ox cart as a trailer), kept chickens, ducks, goats, geese, two children — and grew vegetables under the Tuscan sun.
In 1985 my marriage ended and I returned to the UK; Bruno stayed, refusing to prune — “how would you like it if someone cut off your arm?”
After his death in 2011, I found the grove overgrown. With my son and daughter, we began restoring the property and the gardens of Torre di Sopra.
