There is a poor-terrain field quite close to the farm house which has failed over the centuries to be anything but a nuisance: poorly drained, poor soil, rejecting of whatever is planted there, but with a good south west exposure.
Driving to buy sheets today in the best linen shop in the whole world (oh yes it is), I was struck by how beautiful the newly greened woods are looking and, particularly, by the nut tree plantations. Nut wood is highly prized for furniture making; noce nostrale is one of the most lustrous yet discreet surfaces.
So the campo cattivo is to be planted up into a nutwood; both beautiful and, eventually, profitable. There might even be grants.
Whether Rupert will take up residence is not known.
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