The blue of the view from Cuma
There is an overgrown, everyday hill north of Naples known today as Cuma. It’s legendary in every sense.
We went in search of it on an early morning in late February my mind as empty as a brand new bucket.
Reflection of the horse that followed me to Benevento
I didn’t expect to see the horse. The guidebooks never mentioned that one would be there, nor that others would be hidden in the same space.
My first sight of the horse was in Naples. He’s tucked around the back of the Royal Palace where he struggles to climb out of a mound of salt. You don’t forget horses like that.
In winter the ‘Litorale Domitio’ near Naples is quiet. Perfect for dogs?
In late February we began to hunt for walks for our labrador due to join us in the spring after he’d spent eight months frolicking with family in the leafy parks of Copenhagen.
We fretted for his well-being in the streetwise south.
The Phraser 