They warned us the cabin was on the basic side of ‘rustic’.
What they didn’t mention was the blossom arch from the gate to the door, flowering poppies littering the floor, Gerda the garden knome, the dancing light through the stained glass, the welcome note scrawled on the board in the kitchen, the scandi wool blankets we could pile high on the lawn and lie on the afternoon sun… so content.
Read MoreYou can see why the Italians holiday on Elba ( It's also a favourite of the Germans apparently). The vibe was italian seaside tourism at its best, unpretentious, clean, warm and slow. There is nothing shiny about Elba, but thats what gives it a glint.
Read MoreWe were lulled from our boat by the dulcet tones of the italian's having a party. Mojito in hand, the party turned out to be the Med equivalent of a barn dance. Which all the locals knew the lines to...
Read MoreIt's a big blue watery road...
