A new neighbourhood –
The next stage of our journey is from Castellabate to Roccagloriosa in the south of Cilento.
We follow an autostrada that dives through the wilderness in long strides, with off-piste loops for roadworks. The further we travel the more unspoilt the valleys to either side. Signs, baked by the summer heat, warn us about ice.
Ghosts watch in the wilderness of old Cilento. The region, granite still and unhurried, folds into dark gorges, with pockets of olive groves and occasional small towns. Goat bells clank in the quiet.