But the bikes were beckoning so we grabbed the chance and headed out on some rocky coastal trails around the peninsula... Both girls were in their elements, Lottie the avid climber easily outpacing her sister on climbs, yet the dare devil younger sibling roared past her on each and every downhill as she risked life/limb to beat all of us down the hills... a clear road biker in the making!
Sadly it was over far too quickly, but a few hours was enough to make us recommit to finding more time for something we love doing as a family...
So then onto Erice and the possible cable car... yet the winds were worsening by the minute and it was no surprise to find it shut when we arrived... no matter! we headed up the huge (and I mean huge) incline towards this medieval walled hilltop fortress/village.
Multiple hairpins and staggering news later we arrived, only to strand ourselves before we started in the narrowest of the inner streets.. mental notes made, we must park outside in future!!!! Duly sorted,we headed in on foot..
The village was wonderful, it felt a million years ago... and we could imagine the Good Friday friars parade heading up the cobbled streets and past the pastry shops towards the central church.... It has been around for centuries, passed between relining civilisations (Phoenicians, Carthargians, Romands you name them....) but it has an almost norma feel with its grey walls...
Again all too quickly, we headed back to the motorhome as the winds howled around our ears and began the treacherous descent... back towards the bottom and a sharp right turn towards the south of the island... via the wine country near Marsala and onto Ribera...
The forecast is terrible tomorrow... orange warnings for rain, thunderstorms and wind... we might not venture out tomorrow!!! Time for some more baking blogs me thinks....
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