It’s not often that I am able to spend ten days in just one place, but this recent holiday to Italy’s famed countryside was an exceptional experience and the epitome of slow travel. Housed in a friend’s villa for one week, languid mornings were spent in a bathrobe indulging in obscenely juicy fruit and contemplating the soft, changing colours of the misty sky and earthy scenery. I didn’t need any activity, just the joy of being.
It has been said that Tuscany is not a place you see, but one you feel. I did often find myself with my eyes closed in delight, relishing a beauty that tantalises all the senses.
The gentle sunlight illuminates the landscape while its golden beams softly kiss the skin. The scents of rosemary and of lavender permeate the air, the hardy bushes release their heady perfume into the breeze. The sound of leaves rustled as
