We've meandered down the coast, but have now escaped the crowds of the seaside and are inland, south of Siena. The Italian coast is very dramatic, with mountains rising from the sea and we enjoyed a lovely walk through Mediterranean pine woods, a riot of flowers and butterflies in the Cinque Terre National Park.
The campsite at Levanto provided us with both joy and dismay. When we arrived Anthony was asked how good a driver he was; it turned out this was a cunning plot to get him to attempt getting into a pitch less proud men would have shunned. We made it after lots of tooing and froing on a 1:3 hill which put some pressure on the clutch and dented the heater exhaust. The joy was in seeing the spring-loaded toilet seats that rise when you do, which we had last encountered in Italy 18 years ago, when a five year old Matthew was too light to hold them down! We were also impressed by the sinks specifically for washing your fish.