I blame the sourdough making I’ve embarked on and the visit to London, the trip to a specialist for my husband, the babysitting, the Pilates exercises, the ironing, cooking, dancing around the kitchen… But in truth, it’s me, doing my usual messy stuff on social media.

I realised this morning that I had posted two versions of the same blog, so I deleted one and that had a couple of photos relevant to the post. Grainy photos from 1976, showing my first excursions to Pantalica, back in the day when it wasn’t a UNESCO site. Happy times.

So here you go, people, if yours were deleted. I’m not going to lie down in a darkened room because the sun is shining and there’s gardening to do. Life is not all about writing…

Memories of weekend camping trips into the Pantalica gorge. Reached along a disused railway line that linked Syracuse to Ragusa.