The first signs of autumn arrive quietly on the Amalfi Coast. I try to hold onto the last warmth of the summer days, which seemed as if they would never come to an end. Yet, the evenings are already cooler, and a chilly breeze from the mountains reminds me that it’s time to pull jackets and sweaters out of the wardrobe, a sure sign the season is changing.
While out walking, I look for that change in nature in the red tint of the grapevines, now heavy with ripening fruit. The colours of autumn are everywhere you look. Here, a red vine climbing an ancient wall has turned flame red, and there the chestnut trees have turned the mountainsides below the village of Scala a golden hue.
