Going to Milan last week was an amazing experience and one that I won't forget. The biggest and most amazing exhibition that I have ever seen, with beautiful Milan as the backdrop.
As we boarded the plane in Bristol, the weather couldn't have been better, clear skies and a warm temperature for April. The forecast did say rain for Milan, but ever the optimist and convinced that weather in Italy would be better than the weather in England I happily abandoned my heavy coat in exchange for the light and considerably more useful sunglasses, and set off for my Italian adventure.
As we flew down into Italy, Carol and I were discussing the fact that the Italians must use the same farming methods that we use in England where the farmers put plastic sheets on the fields to improve the growth of the crops, because all we could see beneath the clouds were fields covered in plastic sheets. Sadly we were mistaken and the fields were actually submerged in 50mm of water, the same 50mm of water that had been described on the forecast.
We eventually arrived at our campsite at about midnight, and pitched our tents in the rain. This was a special moment for both of us because we had successfully avoided the notorious Milanese gypsies and neither of us had got so scared that we had to use our rape alarms. The world was good, both of our tents were pitched, and just time for a beer.
As we boarded the plane in Bristol, the weather couldn't have been better, clear skies and a warm temperature for April. The forecast did say rain for Milan, but ever the optimist and convinced that weather in Italy would be better than the weather in England I happily abandoned my heavy coat in exchange for the light and considerably more useful sunglasses, and set off for my Italian adventure.
As we flew down into Italy, Carol and I were discussing the fact that the Italians must use the same farming methods that we use in England where the farmers put plastic sheets on the fields to improve the growth of the crops, because all we could see beneath the clouds were fields covered in plastic sheets. Sadly we were mistaken and the fields were actually submerged in 50mm of water, the same 50mm of water that had been described on the forecast.
We eventually arrived at our campsite at about midnight, and pitched our tents in the rain. This was a special moment for both of us because we had successfully avoided the notorious Milanese gypsies and neither of us had got so scared that we had to use our rape alarms. The world was good, both of our tents were pitched, and just time for a beer.




























