Elba, Italy. Monday 15 September

Lyla and Richard took a ferry to the Isola d'Elba looking for clear skies but within minutes of disembarking at Portoferraio thunderous clouds stormed across the Mediterranean and lashed the island with torrential rain. Cars pulled over to let small mud flows take the circuitous roads and all prospects of a decent moonwalk seemed banished.

But like Napoleon making a dash for the mainland these dark and powerful forces soon left the island and by evening crisp cold skies appeared and moonshine cast shadows through the exotic flora. We walked along the twisting coast road from Seccheto to Cavoli where we explored the small beach, briefly stopping for some moonbathing on the loungers and scribbled our territorial claims on behalf of The Moonwalkers in the sand.
Richard