Agriturismo Prato Pozzo

img_2692-2img_2683-2 img_2698 The next day we drove to an Agriturismo Farm on a national reserve in the Comacchio region. Set on the edge of a large inland lake and with the sun shining the prospect of a long bike ride looked most promising. The owners and farmhouse were warm and welcoming. A fire blazed in a vast, antiquated, brick chimney corner in the reception as we booked a pitch for the van and ourselves for supper that evening. To complete the experience, we left with homemade hot apple cake straight from the oven. The landscape was flat with large expanses of water, flamingos and egrets and miles of bumpy dikes to cycle along. We rode around the lake passing lots of drift nets, hanging above the water from lakeside cabins. The cabins looked deserted but judging by the number of nets there is plenty of fish to be had. We eventually arrived at a dismal, out of season, seaside resort called Lido di Spina where we sat looking out to the turbulent sea eating our lunch and apple cake. On the way back, the cycle path came to a canal where, for one euro,  a ferry would take you and the bike to the other side. The sun was still shining as we reached the van so we sunbathed and snoozed, wrapped up in our quilted jackets and blankets until it was time to shower for supper. The next morning, we were up early and on our way to the airport soon after. Yet  again I found myself sadly having to say goodbye. Not wishing to get the van stuck in any overhead barriers I dropped Sophie outside the airport and gloomily left for my next port of call.

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