Lucy Ashton fell in love with Liguria when, through a booking mix-up, she found herself on holiday in Genoa instead of Nice, with her boyfriend. In their first jobs and broke, they had a wonderful time.
They found great places frequented only by locals and somehow made themselves sort of understood with the aid of Higher Latin, industrial quantities of vino and an Italian dictionary the size of a box of matches. They found themselves in Rapallo, having intended to visit Pegli.
This was the beginning of a long-standing attachment to Liguria’s Riviera di Levante and a love-hate relationship with Ferrovie dello Stato, which has subsequently often found Lucy on the wrong train, going in the wrong direction.
Now, a career and a family later, she’s improved her geography and her Italian, and she’s still chasing the Ligurian dream. But in the meantime she’s commuting between the Cinque Terre and the Square Mile…