Who has not, on occasion, fantasised about moving to another country and reinventing their life? The Hazelnut Grove is the story of my cousin and his wife who moved from the comfort of a two-bedroom cottage in southern England to a mountain-top ruin in northwest Italy, where the breeze plays around your shoulders even on the hottest of a Piemontese summer’s day and where the snow piles up in drifts in the heart of winter.
The Hazelnut Grove explores the joys and demands of daring to live in search of a dream.
Sarah and Luke’s chosen life is part fairy tale, part story of courage and self-reliance as their new neighbour, nicknamed il Cattivo, the nasty one, decides to make war over the desolate hazelnut grove, a two metre strip of land behind their house. Their story is interspersed with anecdotes drawn from my family’s holiday cottage in rural France.
As events unfold that might have driven them away, especially Sarah, who does not share Luke’s Italian heritage, a picture emerges not only of how the Italian life has tested Sarah, but also of how she discovered in herself both a grand obstinacy and a respect for the materials and objects of that life. A chunk of rusting metal becomes, in Sarah’s eyes, an artefact with potential. Sarah becomes an artist.
Set in Piedmont, renowned for its wine and food, a story of abundance and thriving slowly emerges against the challenges of a menacing neighbour, the deaths of beloved animals and the loneliness of getting to grips with an unfamiliar language and culture.
When asked by English friends: ‘Would you ever move back home again?’ Luke and Sarah can only answer: ‘We are home.’
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