Anyway, I had a fabulous time in Italy. My walking shoes fit. Pompeii is great (a proper city). Herculaneum is great (decorative taste scarily Victorian). Ravello is great (the views). The Path of the Gods is great (steps. More steps. Yet more steps). And, of course, the ice-cream and prosecco. Let us pass over the point at which, like a Chalet School girl, I tore a great rent in my linen cut-offs and had to staple them together thanks to the kindness of the Tabac owner so that I was fit to wander round Amalfi without needing to borrow an unseasonable jumper/towel/shirt to tie round my waist.
Have some photographs .
The Amalfi Coast:
*Yes, of course I come to him via Julian May.
**At least absent Doctor Who.
***Including Mt Vesuvius. It's a very innocuous-looking active volcano, no-one could blame the Romans.
****I believe that central Naples is impressive, but I didn't go. Pompeii and Herculaneum, on the other hand, are surrounded by concrete suburb.