I love these woods. Their magnificent pines reaching to the sky like guardian angels. Finger tips touching, encircling a deep blue eternity.
When I first visited the woods as a teenager many moons ago the pines were happy, whispering the laughter of children and chatter of cicadas between their branches. Families and friends picnicked at the trestle tables. Dogs lay beneath relishing the peace and shade. There was the occasional knock of a tennis ball against a racket. The squeal of roller skates. The mixed strains of music from numerous radios. The clink of glasses and pop of champagne corks.
Then the bar closed. The people left. Nature began to reclaim. Thistles and nettles threatened unwelcome visitors. Paths disappeared. A stillness fell. A melancholy steeped in memories of what had been.
But yesterday was different.
Gone were the thistles and nettles and through the trees was visible once again, the bar.
The pines and I slept. Happy that life in the woods had gone ‘full circle’.
The bar is open from 10am to midnight serving drinks, ice cream, aperitivi, and a wide choice of torta al testo and pasta dishes.
There is also live music at the weekends.