The Orcia valley is clearly the place where huge delta-wing bombers practice flying in circles; the last few days have been punctuated with screaming, thundering jets, a noisy counterpoint to glorious larksong.
There is no working fountain at Podere San Giorgio, although there's a pilgrim oasis. The next working fountain is halfway up the SP478 climb.
After San Giorgio, where I was joined by my first cuckoo of the year, and successive chums, it's uphill all the way to Radicofani, along the old road,
and then the new, until the path branches off the road,
giving a glimpse of Radicofani,
before clambering up to an open meadow with vast views across the valley.
The climb continues through conifer woods along gravel tracks
until finally a climb on tarmac brings you into the sweet, and distinctly alpine breath of the village.
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