Livin’ la dolce vita

WHEN I moved to Italy 10 years ago my whole life was turned upside down. I had been living and working in Dublin where my only experience of wildlife was witnessing the odd naked ‘stag’ chained to a lamppost on a Saturday night.
Beguiled by my English boyfriend, Guy, himself an Italophile, I swapped my life of city-centre living to move to Umbria, in central Italy. I ended up living in the middle of fields, hills and woods with only the odd passing wild boar for company. Looking back I can see how completely naive I was, with no clue to what was in store for me.