Today we moved further south to Lago di Vico, a lake created by Hercules, who defied the local inhabitants by wielding his club. When he did this, a stream sprang up and formed the lake.
The GPS system sent us down a sandy road, which got bumpier and bumpier, the bushes leaning into our path and tree branches hanging down to give our solar panels a quick sweep.
When we arrived, the parking space was next to a proper, tarred road! We stopped gnashing our teeth as a large herd of sheep arrived, looked after by four sheepdogs and a shepherd. Three of the dogs were the same colour as the sheep.
Nice job when the sun shines.
Pretty but poisonous.
Guess what the farmers grow around here.