Ciao time
Good morning from what might just be the best campsite in Europe. It’s got more than a dozen restaurants, two shopping streets, two huge pool complexes, a lazy river, a huge beach front, Venice on its doorstep and a supermarket that sells litre bottles of Nero d’Avalo sicillian wine for less than three quid. Now, if only the poxy rain would stop – it’s making the place feel like Courtown in the 1970s – and the ash cloud would stop closing airports all over the place it’s making me feel nervous.
