A little something from April last year, when I finally made it to the top of Vesuvius, only 26 years after I first started learning about Caecilius and his sad demise at the hands of its capriciousness.
It was a long climb and not comfortable, sliding and stumbling over a volcanic ash path and trying not to sweat too much because I was surrounded by students, but it was worth it for the views, both of the slightly smoking crater, and Naples below.
That linen top was the perfect thing to be wearing, by the way. So glad I managed to make a second one.
Sunday 17 September 2017
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