Clear air, clear mind

During a brief stay in the mountains of Piedmont, I woke each morning with words and ideas whirling round my mind begging to be recorded The trip was at the end of a wonderful but very busy summer with no space in my head for anything creative, Walking along the Tanaro river to the sound of the water, amongst butterflies, birds and bees, my mind cleared and when I got back to my laptop a thousand words appeared on the page. A thousand words nearer my finished novel. We were in Ormea, a town in the province of Cuneo, quiet, friendly and cautiously welcoming. I suspect that in the summer it is much busier with cyclists and walkers exploring the area. Mid September the hotel San Carlo was full of motorcyclists whizzing through and fishermen taking a more contemplative break. Via Roma off the main square in Ormea is cobbled and lined with wheel smoothed cart tracks and is bordered by multiple minuscule shops . The food, pharmacy and clothes shops I understood b...