Sat out on the room’s private terrace this morning rather than heading up to the main hotel area. Vesuvius barely visible through the morning haze. Have ordered a pot of tea for the room.
It is time we headed north for the British spring that will no doubt be emerging, the land wakening, rubbing its eyes after a long winter and stretching out. Spring is the best time to be at home. Looks like it will be raining when we get back to Lincoln. That’s the UK for you. Sorrento will be sunny.
The sea here is dead calm and it is a little early for any boats. I tell a lie. Just noticed a passenger jobbie rounding the headland from the direction of Naples. Our destination this morning is Naples airport. Car picking us up at nine fifteen. Flight is at twelve forty. We should be there in plenty of time. Chill out a bit in the lounge. We are in seats 6A and 6C. Comfortable enough.
Decided last night that if we had to be stranded somewhere this hotel would be one of our top pics. Only 12 bedrooms so I guess we would get to know all the guests. Makes me think of the Agatha Christie novel/movie Evil Under The Sun. Hopefully no murders here. The only downside under those circumstances would be the lack of a kitchen so they don’t provide evening meals. I guess they would have to improvise if everyone was stranded. Mind you we would probably have to sell the house to pay for it. Pah, pish, piffle. Whatever that means.
The hotel’s interior design has given me much inspiration for what I might do with the shed. Nothing specific I can put my finger on but just general ideas.
The Amalfi coast, I can tell you, lives up to its billing. V picturesque. If you are coming here I wouldn’t bother hiring a car. Driving is nightmarish. People ride scooters but even that is a bit dodgy if you ask me. The right way to do it is by sea, nipping in to different ports and beaches whenever you feel like it. All the interesting bits of Positano, for example, are down near the beach and I daresay the same is true for other places on the coast. It is all about marvelling at the architecture from a good viewpoint. Think ahead where you might want to get dropped off for lunch. A long lunch.
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Talking about food we are now on the terrace for breakfast. The car doesn’t come for an hour and twenty minutes and we are pretty much all packed so there is absolutely no rush. Hey baby, what’s the hurry, relax and don’t you worry. I am wearing my heavy flannel shirt over my Miller’s T’Ale tee shirt from the Isle of Man as there is a slight early morning edge to it but not enough to stop us wanting to sit out and enjoy the alfresco dining.
Church bells going crazy. Maybe it’s the fire brigade or similar. It’s certainly warming up. Vesuvius starting to appear through the haze.
I can see two fishing boats – one small one about 100 yds off the cliff and a slightly bigger one maybe 400yds out. The bigger one has just given up and is heading back in. Looks like the smaller one is using a hand thrown net.