- Thu Aug 25, 2016 9:45 am
Of course, all of these disasters are a compendium of individual tragedies and the cultural loss of such places as Amatrice heaps on the sadness even further.
I have never been to the village itself but I do know the area well. We used to spend a lot of time in Umbria and on a fair few occasions, took the road from just south of Spoleto up to Norcia for a legendary lunch of cured meats. Being Benedictine-country, it is all exquisitely beautiful anyway but the one memory which towers above all others is the plateau just before reaching Norcia, itself.
One spring or early-summer, we were picking our way around the hairpins and between the dark, hewn, craggy passes only to emerge in to brilliant sunshine and a seemingly endless carpet of wild flowers. If death and misery are a constant, so must be these flowers.