The Aostan dream

We loved Aosta straight away – it was a short, easy train ride from Turin, surrounded by mountains and with a beautiful town centre made up of a pretty pedestrian street, squares and lots of Roman ruins.

We started the morning with the life-changing discovery of Crema al Caffè, which is essentially a cross between an iced coffee, a slushy and an ice cream. I assume it’s not really intended for breakfast but it was delicious and I was buzzing with sugar and caffeine within seconds!

After some minor Brysoning over walls, along roads with no pavement and through carparks, we caught the gondola up to Pila (1814m). 

To Bryson (verb): The act of walking to a destination along a route designed primarily for cars. Likely to involve some Parkour techniques.

We’d heard it many times before, but as a skier, visiting alpine resorts in the summer is a disconcerting experience.  The architecture and infrastructure look very familiar, but the landscape as a whole is totally unrecognisable.  We passed over mountainside smallholdings with quaint flower boxes and neat veg patches that I’m sure would have looked very remote when covered in snow. We managed to squeeze in quite a few On the Piste references (“This is roads, Maureen!”).  If you have no idea what I’m talking about, I’d highly recommend an hour spent watching this 1987 classic.  Trust me when I say it gets funnier with each watch (bear with it).

After the gondola, we caught a chairlift up to Chamolé (2309m). In winter, chairlifts can be super chilly and are best attempted with a hip flask (in our humble opinion), but this journey was lovely as we were SO hot! It was only as we neared the top that we realised we had no idea how to disembark a chairlift when not wearing skis. A brief strategy meeting ensued.

We ate our baguettes by a lake, then began the steep climb up to Col de Chamolé (2619m).  It was raining heavily by this time but we were keen to continue, although we did eventually admit defeat when a lightning storm broke right overhead.  I can cope with getting a bit soggy but getting hit by lightning seemed a bit extreme for day 3 of our trip. Instead, we descended to the lake and then further down below the tree line to pass through alpine forests and meadows to reach Pila on foot.  

Once back in town, we peered through a fence to see the impressive remains of the Roman theatre.

On our way back, we bought fresh pasta to cook up our own simple feast in our lovely Airbnb using tomatoes and herbs from our host’s veg garden (dreamy) and tried a bottle of local wine. We spent the evening researching the next part of our trip – we’re already changing our plans so I hope no one has read our planned itinerary post too closely!

Carbon roundup: Oli wants me to note that our carbon tracker has already come unstuck as a result of our journeys on the gondola and chairlift. Currently classified as ‘light rail’!

And so it begins!

I’m writing this from our very first train of the trip, the 08.01 Eurostar from London to Paris on 3rd August.  We woke up this morning at our hotel in Kings Cross and walked in bright sunshine to the station through the same area we passed on many, many chilly and dark lockdown walks.  It felt pretty strange to be seeing Granary Square for the last time in a while, and even stranger to board the train and practically pass our front door on the way out of St Pancras.  But of course, it’s not our front door any more!

Since we finished at work, we’ve spent the last month shedding possessions, tying up loose ends, and spending as much time as possible with family and friends.


Oli planned George’s stag weekend to see the Palio di Siena.


I revisited my teen years watching McFly at Waddesdon Manor.


We celebrated Adrienne’s birthday in Kent.


Mario visited by train from Germany (and we enlisted him to help plan our Italian itinerary).


I tried very hard to get to Erin’s hen do in Bordeaux (but that’s a story for another day).  In the end we had a gorgeous weekend at a vineyard in Surrey.


I made a bridesmaid dress in the nick of time.


We joined Viv and Hugh for a couple of days on the Gower Peninsula.


Most important of all, we watched our besties George and Erin get married.


We visited David, Lucy, Harry and Poppy in Southampton.


We joined my school friends for a garden party. Charlii couldn’t make it, but thankfully she has above-average Photoshop skills 😉


We packed up our flat into SEVENTY boxes (and slightly lost our minds in the process).


We moved the love of our life, Thomas, to his new home with Oli’s parents (and then proceeded to visit him Every. Single. Day. to make sure he settled in ok).


We had an early celebration for the Appletons’ four birthdays in August.


We hung out with Annie next to the river.


And finally, we hosted a ‘last supper’ in London the night before our departure to say farewell to some of our closest family and friends.


Having planned and anticipated this trip for so long, it’s been much harder and more emotional than we expected to say goodbye to our old lives but we’re also super excited for what’s to come.  

Next stop: Italy!

Day 25/25 (Completed it, mate)

There was an enormous storm overnight which kept Sara awake, although Oli slept blissfully through the whole thing much to Sara’s disgust!  We woke up to a very wet Pula, but thankfully the rain soon eased off, which was lucky as breakfast was served across the road.  However, no sooner had we packed up and left the hotel, the rain returned with a vengeance and we got pretty wet walking to the bus station.  We reached the bus station in plenty of time for our (once daily) bus to the airport and made the journey without a problem.  When we were collecting our bags the friendly bus driver asked us where we were from and where we were going, but looked very confused and slightly concerned at our reply.  He turned and pointed at the only plane on the tarmac and asked doubtfully if it was ours (it wasn’t), so at this point we were pretty worried that we were at the wrong Pula – thankfully, we were not!  As soon as we had got through security we heard a last call for our flight even though it was over an hour until takeoff, which had us worried again.  We rushed to the gate, but there was still no sign of the plane.  After about 10 minutes we saw it land…thanks, Ryanair!  After a quick turnaround we were finally on our way home.

We had a fantastic trip 🙂