Brescia day 6. Souvenirs

Well today was rather like Marine serious Boot Camp stuff. Up and down steep slopes that my feet seemed utterly incapable of finding a foothold on. Which means I spent much time sliding downhill on my posterior (I now have a lovely bum-revealing rip in my trousers), grasping at trees or branches that were so dry and brittle that they just came along for the ride, or actually swinging from horizontal tree trunks gibbon-style as the earth beneath my feet did a vanishing act. More shredded, grazed, bruised and cut skin/flesh. Oh and on one occasion I grabbed a some vegetation to slow my fall, and to my painful horror found I’d grabbed hold of nettles. Nice. I spent most of the day laughing at myself.

On other occasions we were descending grassy banks, hills or terraces. This was fun. Zooming down on our bums – this time out of choice!

I found spectacular lady Wasp spider. My first ever. We saw a squirrel, red at the front, black at the back. A local speciality. We came across several very fancy hides, did lots of sneaking, snooping and scrumping. And got caught several times climbing down walls from places I should not have been.

All but one place were free of horror. That last one place had traps. Bow traps.

This was my last day. And I certainly have plenty of souvenirs. Splinters mostly!

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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