Breakfast in the sun after a night sampling the fleshpots of Alba.
These are vinyards surrounding the village of Barbaresco, where we had planned to stop the night, so as to allow some serious wine tasting. Sadly the promised motorhome parking place had vanished, and all the tasteries were shut, so we up sticked and headed for the coast; a campsite in Deiva Marina…a bit to the south of Genoa.
Mavis in Deiva Marina.
Looking east from the coast at Deiva. This stretch of the Italian coast is very mountainous, with roads, railways and houses crammed in to a thin coastal strip. The major roads spend much of their time in tunnels (could I have put that better?)
Penny unfazed by minor tsunami on Deiva beach.
Most of the restaurants were shut in Deiva so we ambled back for a gourmet chilli con carne, cooked by Nia Gordon Ramsay Jennings.
Penny has a powerful fart- say’s Phil
Trust you!!! Good job Penny can’t read…she would be mortified. She is a very high minded little border terrier.