|Swordfish boat entering Pignataro marina in Lipari|
There has been an interlude, a lovely interlude in fact. Lipari is a town we hope to return to with Pops, should the engine oblige us with its cooperation in this venture. Putting aside the stifling heat, which cannot be put aside at all and instead requires you to burrow into whatever dark place you can find in the hours between breakfast and cocktails, Lipari and the islands which surround it are exactly what we are looking for - a cruising ground with that potent Mediterranean mix of several thousand years of human habitation layered upon a landscape which to a surprising extent retains an essential wildness.
When I can turn my mind off from the torturous stop-start of the engine, and look around me, I am happy to be here.
|Cathedral doors illustrate what the Turks did to Lipari when they came to visit a thousand years ago|
|Ghosts of Romans and medieval monks in Lipari cloister|