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On The Walk of the Gods

High up, very high up in the hills overlooking the Amalfi Coast is a walk (let’s say vertiginous hike) which threads along the cliffs, past the ghosts of farmhouses and terraces overgrown with grapevines — the grapes warm and sweet if you are tempted — from Praiano to Positano. The walk can take anywhere from 3 to 5 hours, depending on your pace and fitness, or you can join the path in other mountain towns like Apergo, where you can do a loop in about 2 hours (good if you want to get back to your car without having to take a cab or the bus!). That’s the option we took. We were following famous footsteps:

“Is this the view that from on high along the Path of the Gods, opens to our sight: it is the picture of the great loop of the Amalfi coastline that looks towards the west, towards the Island of Capri, that precipitous coast, steamy, hot, with the crystalline mountains where the gods of today are forsaken and you find a lost self again, Mediterranean, before you.” D. H. Lawrence

As Lawrence intimated, it can get hot up there, so best to wear a hat and sunglasses, slather yourself with high factor sunscreen, bring lots of water (which you can refill from fresh water taps along the way), and opt to do the walk outside of the broiling months of July and August (we did it in September, which was perfect — sunny with a touch of cool breeze wafting up from the coast far, far, far, far below).

It was marvellous.




Escape to Capri

Am just back from a wonderful week down on the Amalfi Coast, with jaunts to Capri, Pompeii and Naples with my lovely Canadian friends Craig and JP. Landing in Naples, I dashed across town on the airport bus to the port (good value) where I met up with them, and we hopped straight onto the ferry to the island of Capri. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and, it being September, the holiday crowds had thinned. They had booked us a fantastic Air BnB villa in nestled against the hills, with a fantastic view of the town. Once the day trippers caught the last ferry back to Naples at 7pm, the alleyways and town square quietened down, and we enjoyed an evening walk past the tempting shops until the delicious smells wafting from the E’Divino Restaurant beckoned us through their door.

The next day we got up early to explore the island, fortified by frequent stops for frothy cappucinos and lemon granita.










A Morning in Trinity, Newfoundland

I’m just back from three wonderful weeks in Canada, ten days of which was spent in glorious Newfoundland — the terra firma of my birth. (If you don’t know where it is — it’s the large island off the eastern coast of Canada that juts into the Atlantic and has its own time zone). My family moved away when I was a child, and it had been over forty years since I’d had a proper visit. I’d always wanted to take some time to explore the outport villages, and this year my cousin, Quilting Queen (Queenie for short), suggested a road trip — two of my favourite words, as Jamjarjude knows.

After a brief touchdown in the capital St. John’s (more of which in another blogpost), we were off on a drive along the northern coastal road, and our first stop was the picture perfect town of Trinity. The sun had deigned to shine, after the coldest July on record, and we enjoyed a stroll around town, poking into intriguing shops, and a delicious lunch in a cafe by the shore, before we headed out again along the coast road towards Bonavista.

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