By the old fishing harbour in Pozzuoli, near Naples, Italy
Last week a bonny, blond portrait painter came to stay. We took her to see the sights: old fishing harbours; castles; artworks; views; and we fended off the men … but it was the cats that caught her eye.
I looked where she looked – this is for her.
View from above Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy
Some places fill the mind with light, draw us like moths towards their flame … and as we arrive in our thousands the chaos from our wingbeats pushes outwards.
The Amalfi Coast, rippled turquoise, with emerald light and wilderness, is one such flame; and I feel like a vandal every time I visit by car.
The view from Villa Cimbrone down over the terraces to the sea and the Amalfi Coast below
There is little more beautiful than a view that falls down cliffs over patterns of lemon groves, to the sea way, way below. The senses drift in the sunshine, caught between sky and sea.
We found such a view on the Terrace of Infinity at the edge of the gardens of the Villa Cimbrone in Ravello. It was a late afternoon at the end of December and hardly anyone was there.
The Phraser 