For once I made real cakes, but everyone thought they were soaps!
Now that the holidays have finished the quietest part of the year is about to start in Positano. The restaurants and bars are closing down for at least a month and many residents are packing bags and leaving for the annual Thailand visit which they do en-masse every winter. Those with children in school are forced to stay put and get through the solitude of the winter months in any way that they can.
It started raining two hours into the New Year and so far, three days later shows no sign of stopping. The beach is wet and desolate, the usually busy square by the bar and the bus stop is empty and quiet and the shop fronts are blank, boarded up until March.
I sigh as I look out the window. The mountain in front of me is invisible, covered by a thick sheet of persistant rain.
Something will have to be done to get through this season.