A deep ravine cuts a jagged line down the steep slopes to
the waters edge where a cluster of pastel-coloured houses nestle above the
shoreline, each one framed in white stucco, a gallery of water colours on the
shore.
The mountains of Sardinia lie low on the horizon, the
morning haze softening the harsh silhouette of jagged peaks and plunging
cliffs; a single clump of white cumulus cloud hangs over the land, the only feature
in the powder-blue morning sky.As we
leave our anchorage, a light wind pushes us slowly east towards Filicudi, an island
in the Aeolian group, off the north coast of Sicily, where we plan to make
landfall tomorrow.