Six in the evening on the Crete Senesi, the clay releasing the day’s heat, and no one else on the track.
On foot or on a bike, you are moving across the floor of a sea. The clay went down when all of this was water, and Nature has never quite forgotten. Pale by August, warm underfoot long after sundown, and the consistency of soft butter an hour into the rain. Hence sixteen electric bikes.
Your guide will explain that the white domes along the ridges are called biancane, and they are disappearing at about two centimetres a year. The ones still standing all have a shrub on top, holding the clay down by the roots.
Our team will help you choose a route, which usually means talking you out of the one you had in mind.