Category Archives: Spello Weather

Rainbow Valley


 “And sometimes you realise the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.” NUR BE DEIR


 “Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?” PABLO NERUDA


 “I’d rather see the world as a rainbow than endless shades of grey.” AMANI ABBAS


There’s a land that I’ve dreamed of, and dream of still. A place that lets me go, yet doesn’t. A town that constantly tugs my mind back, back to its rosy stones. Spello, magic Spello, I am even now conjuring up my reappearance!

“You’ll never find a rainbow if you’re looking down.” CHARLIE CHAPLIN

It’s Just Another Morning Here

Can I walk on the mist as the sun rises?

Spello, view from apartment - misty morning

Can I float on the mist, like a ship in full sail drifting towards land?


Can I step from the rooftops on to the quiet mist below?


Can I run through the mist, like a field of silver wheat?

Spello, view from apartment - misty morning

Can I lie on the mist, dreaming of unexplored pleasures?

Spello, view from apartment - misty morning

Can I gather the mist around me like a cloak and disappear?

Spello, view from apartment - misty morning

Weather With You


“On cable TV they have a weather channel – 24 hours of weather.  We had something like that where I grew up. We called it a window.”  Dan Spencer.

We British are genetically engineered to be obsessed with the weather. Luckily, travelling to Umbria by car had enabled us to pack a selection of clothing suitable for weather. Any weather, that is. Rain, hail, shine.

Because Umbria is a land-locked province, the Spring weather can be changeable. Spello is a hill town but is surrounded by mountains. When we arrived there were snow traces visible on the mountain tops, and indeed we reached the snow line in our trip over Monte Subasio (see “Stairway to Heaven”). Now those traces have all but melted and we have been extremely fortunate in having really good weather, fine and warm most days.

The mornings and evenings can still be a little chilly and, particularly in the morning, the mist can lie low in the valley before slowly unfurling to reveal a beautiful day. This is the view from our apartment on one of those misty mornings.

Spello, morning mist from apartment

“It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.”  Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit.

We have had a couple of storms that arrived, wind-whipped, with little warning. We have heard the most spectacular thunder and seen the sky riven with lightning; one lightning bolt was pink, which I am sure was a trick of the light, but it did look wonderful. As the worst storm cleared, we were lucky enough to capture these beautiful, fleeting pictures of the mountains lit in rainbow colours. These shots are not enhanced.



Clear skies can quickly cloud over, then just as quickly the clouds depart. The cloud formations can be very interesting against the backdrop of hills and mountains, forests and streams. Perhaps I have watched the film “Truly, Madly, Deeply” too many times (if that were possible!) because I never tire of looking at clouds.



“I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains.  One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.” Adeline Knapp

We haven’t seen much rain, but showers can be almost tropical in their intensity, without the steamy aftermath. Not one single day has been blighted by wall-to-wall rain. And we do, of course, have waterproofs.

Rain Man

The majority of our days in this blissful first month have been sunny and warm. Chapel bells peal in azure skies; metal bluebells heralding the hour….

Collepino - view


Grasses wave in the blue arena…..


And statues gaze into the “wide palace of the sun” (Keats)…..


“Weather forecast for tonight: dark.” George Carlin.