Christmas is coming, and the days are dark and dank. What everyone needs is ‘a beaker full of the warm South’ to brighten their lives. I cannot promise ‘the true, the blushful Hippocrene with beaded bubbles winking at the brim, and purple stainéd mouth’, but I can promise the faithful record of the six months I spent travelling among the Italian islands. There’s wine and song and people and places and ice creams and capers and sword fish and seascapes and landscapes and, oh yes, there’s food too. In other words, the perfect Christmas present for mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, aunts, uncles, friends, relations, anyone who wants to slip away for for an hour or two into a heady, perfumed, sun-drenched universe in the comfort of their own armchair.
PS. If you have a mind to do so, you can listen to me reading sections of Summer in the Islands on http://www.talkingoffood.com/listen/286-summer-in-the-islands.html