Notes
My one decent run in Italy ... although I felt so oddly weary that I sort-of-knew that I was about to go down with the bug. In better circumstances, this would be great running country: endless cobbled, twisting footpaths between high walls and lemon trees, up and up into the hills. About 300m ascent, perhaps a bit more. Pretty cold. Capri floating on the blue sea.
I had planned to repeat this route the following day ... but no. Also missed Pompeii!