Exercising horses in the abandoned Tuscan countryside of the seventies, Nora stumbled across what would become home for the next 30+ years: a tiny, forlorn, dilapidated and very rudimentary stone farmhouse tucked into the hillside overlooking the Volpaia valley: rocky and steep and covered with brambles and weeds and wild flowers. The glorious 360° view was mesmerizing; no other place had ever felt so ‘right’; this was HOME. The surprised farmer took more than the property was worth and moved into the village; Nora became a land-owner of little more than a precarious pile of rocks, in a part of rural Tuscany that hardly anyone had ever heard of, but it meant a roof over her head and shelter for her horse. None could have known what was to lie ahead.
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