NICKY PELLEGRINO, BOOKS EDITOR
My childhood trips to Italy never involved any of the places tourists usually visit. My father comes from an area called Lago Patria near Naples. It’s never been the prettiest spot! In the summer, we used to drive there from our home in northern England and stay with family – often camping on mattresses on the floor for several weeks. There was always a lot of waiting around as adults talked endlessly while my brothers and I longed to get to the beach. But then the day would come when my aunt would get up early and cook a feast. We’d pile into the car and it would be so hot, our legs would stick to the vinyl seats. It was always such a relief to arrive at Lido Sabbia d’Argento (silver sands). Looking back, it wasn’t a very nice beach – certainly not a patch on any here. But we loved spending the days sunning, swimming and eating, and went back to England with golden skin and a boot stuffed full of fresh plums, jars of preserved artichokes and prosciutto made from my aunt’s pigs. I am pictured here with my brother Eduardo and some friends.