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Walking Over Haddon in The Peak District

I confess I'm a fair weather walker, which means I often want to walk on our holidays, but whether we go is always dependent on the weather. I have a Goretex jacket but it's like a talisman. I own it, but I don't want to wear it and I hope vainly that just by having spent so much on it an schlepping it with me that it's going to ward off the rain! As you can see my travel planning involves a good deal of "magical thinking!" In California our cultural exuberance (paired with low standards) means we shamelessly call anything a "hike"  - as if we've scaled Everest in an afternoon. Here in England I'm not sure I even qualify as a "walker" because that denotes a level of seriousness I've failed at previously. Minimally it means you're wearing boots  and have an Ordnance Survey map (and possibly a compass) in your back pocket. I guess I'm more of stroller to be honest and I've blogged about my strolls all over the world; m…

Villa Cimbone, Ravello

It was hot when we went to Ravello in June, so hot that even walking from the car the the main square seemed to be too much. There was lots to see in this small town but the heat sapped our energy and we only managed to make it out to the Villa Cimbone and back. The gardens were our destination and we were not disappointed. It is extraordinary how often on the continent one encounters gardens or villas built, or owned by, the British aristocracy. Visiting them is like having a retrospective encounter with the wealth of Britain in the 19th century. 
The garden has everything, gorgeous vistas along the coast, shady pathways through the woods, beautifully framed statuary and an extraordinarily expensive  hotel, where you can stop for perhaps the most expensive drink you'll purchase in Italy, thankfully supplemented with a huge bowl of local olives and other snacks! The hotel is pictured below.

To get to Ravello you have to drive inland on a torturously windy road. It's a lovely detour and highly recommended.