Margherita

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Oh my days, I have just had a religious experience!! No I haven’t been to a church, I’ve just had a pizza…

But not just any pizza. A pizza in the country that invented pizza! A margherita in the city that invented it. In 1889 in honour of Queen Margherita of Savoy in case you were wondering.

Oh and yes, I inhaled it! Then I have walked 10 miles today so I’ve definitely earned it.

It was drizzly today so I hit the MANN (or the Museo Archaelogico Nazionale di Napoli) this morning. That was a fascinating wander back through time. From the romans back to pre-history. Clearly there were going to be a lot of Roman stuff. Pompeii, Herculaneum and all that. The craftsmanship was jaw dropping. How they created such beauty with limited tools is amazing.

Got me wondering what the archaeologists of the future will find from our times. We live in a very different time. A throwaway culture where things aren’t necessarily built to last. Not sure we will be seen in the same light of creativity…

One thing I did discover is that I have Roman feet. Most of the statues have feet like mine (big second toe). Mine are throbbing slightly as I didn’t put my walking boots on today. Foolishly I didn’t think I’d walk that far…

After a few hours walking round the museum, I spent few hours walking round Naples. Hence clocking up 10 miles. I found some lovely bits. I found some not so nice bits. Typical city really. Overall, I’m having fun exploring.

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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