Some final thoughts on leaving Sardinia. It would obviously be a very nice place to live if we were to leave Britain, and didn’t have family ties in (e.g.) Ireland. It’s sunny, with a wonderful landscape and interesting history, etc.
The obvious comparison would be Corsica which we went to last year. That is also very Italian but nominally or officially French. I think on the basis of these two very short visits, I would choose Corsica at the moment, mostly because my French is better than my Italian.
Still, as ever, here on holiday, we have been uplifted by all the human contacts we’ve made. Last night, we went to the local supermarket to buy honey to take home, and two women joined in with great encouragement to help us choose which variety, explaining which parts of the body would benefit from which kind of flower the bees had eaten. This for the chest! This for the throat! When we explained this was for presents to take back, they relaxed - smiled - said they’d all be fine! It was funny and kind of them.
Our walk round the back streets as dusk fell was very gentle. The light and the twilight were soft and the air was warm. The old streets with the few remaining ruins of old family farms are steep and clean. New buildings - villas, flats, holiday apartments - stand very firm and square with their concrete footings, whereas the old buildings made of rubble stone have less resilience. We’ve had a great holiday. Home today.
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