With Monaco disappearing in our mirrors, we made a pace for Desenzano which is a town by the shores of Lake Garda in Italy. Now I don't know about you but Lake Garda to me sounds like the kind of place where busloads of octogenarians would go in an annoyingly large number. Whilst I'm sure there were a few of the old darlings knocking about Desenzano, what was immediately obvious on arrival following a very warm ride, is that Lake Garda is definitely not Paignton, or Torquay or, heaven forbid, anywhere in Wales. It is a beautiful town, classy and very chic and the scenery of the lake itself is absolutely stunning and quite takes your breath away.
The town is picture postcard quaint but, like most of the places we've visited, it's clean, well maintained and the locals seem to take pride in their home town... just like the UK... But, as we weren't there on behalf of the Parks and Highways Dept, we ate and imbibed with our usual gusto and otherwise spent a pleasant evening people watching.
Questions for tomorrow... will Andy 'Vin Diesel' still be a Will O' the Wisp and with us but not really there? Will Digger look any better after another late night than he did this morning? Will Pete get that call from the Palace? And, the question that's been on all of ours, and I'm sure your, minds... will Tony make it through the tour on one pair of pants. If he does, he's promised to auction them off for charity... personally I think he should donate them to medical research.
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