Water, water everywhere, part 2

A depressing 10°C at 8:30am, as we rolled into Cannobio, both piccolini wet to the knees having waded down the mountain path, recently become a river (see here). By the time Cannobio's 5-6 year-olds had learned the difference between 's' and 'th', the temperature had struggled upwards a mere one degree. But by the time I had taken advantage of a lull between rainstorms to excavate several years' worth of gunk out of some of Carmine's gutters, and directed the flood water back into the culverts, I was starting to feel warmer. 


On that note, if anyone in the two Carmines or, indeed, at the Municipio wants to offer a token of appreciation, I accept fresh Belgian chocolates in lavish quantities. Large-denomination Amazon vouchers are also accepted, to be spent on material to help teach Cannobio's 5-6 year-olds the difference between 'path' and 'river'.