Summer in Italy is hot, especially this year. The water in the Lima River is cold…the perfect place to cool off on a hot summer day.
We found this inviting place to swim near the bridge to Casoli.
There is a path down to the river. The water looked wonderful. Unfortunately we had no towels or swimsuits so had to content ourselves with an ankle deep paddle.
I would have loved to dive into the deeper water.
The water is clear and running fairly quickly. The photos were taken in mid June, so it may have slowed a bit.
We saw lots of tadpoles…they are probably frogs now.
Summer in Bagni di Lucca has been unusually cool and wet. The crazy weather continues. One day it is warm and sunny.
The river is calm and low.
Then we get driving rain and storms and the river turns into a raging torrent, much more likely in winter.
There was a huge hail storm in Florence the other day that left the streets looking as though they were covered with snow…crazy stuff.
What will autumn and winter bring?
As I walked beside the Lima River at Ponte a Serraglio I noticed a dark shadow in the water on the edge of the river.
On closer inspection I discovered a school of tiny fish, most likely trout.
I don’t suppose many of them will reach maturity, but it is encouraging to see them in the river.
The weather has been a bit ordinary for the last few days. It is raining and cool…to be expected at this time of the year.
Autumn leaves are floating down the river, along with our resident ducks.
Despite the weather canoeists were out on the river too.
The little weir at Ponte a Serraglio is the end of the line for canoeists. There wasn’t much water flowing over it on Sunday but they all made it safely.
There is always something interesting happening on the river.
Go to www.bagnidiluccaavventura.it to find out about adventure activities in Bagni di Lucca.
I saw this gorgeous creature standing quietly and elegantly by the water at Ponte a Serraglio waiting for breakfast to pass by.
She was showing a complete lack of interest, but I’m sure if she had seen movement in the water she would have swooped quickly onto the unsuspecting fish.
After a while she moved away, perhaps she wasn’t hungry after all.
There is a heron nesting in a tree high above my house at Ponte a Serraglio. I wonder if it is this one. If so, she doesn’t have far to fly for breakfast.