Little did I know as a teenager growing up in Pesaro on the Adriatic coast that taking a job as a barman for the summer would lead me to Sheffield, the home of the girl I was to marry.
That was twenty-five years ago and after twenty years living in Stannington I am proud to call this green and hilly part of Yorkshire my home. To my friends and family in Italy I am a “Yorkshireman”; here in Sheffield I am the Italian.
My job in social care has taken me into many people’s homes and I have had the pleasure of meeting remarkable individuals who told me of heroic moments during the Second World War and the years that followed. My voluntary work In Stannington and the Bradfield parish, helping to preserve the natural environment, gives me strong ties to a place where I have always been made welcome.

Christ Church Stannington