The weather since we arrived has been sunny, but breezy and chilly. Yesterday, though the thermometer read 18 degrees, the wind chill made it feel much colder. It was a day for doing things rather than sitting in the sun. The forecast for today was for the wind to drop, so we searched around for somewhere which looked interesting to cycle to. Our Michelin road atlas pinpointed a historical monument at Camerina, about 10 kilometres to the west along a minor road. Our somewhat outdated guidebook informed us that the Ancient Greek city of Kamerina had been destroyed by the Romans in 288BC and though there were only foundations remaining, there was a small museum. Google maps on the other hand pinpointed the place as the location of a large Club Med resort. This mixture of the sublime and ridiculous seemed to good to miss, so we headed-off mid-morning to have a bit of an explore.
Eventually the walls of plastic gave way to fields and we reached a turn-off signposted to the Museo do Scavi Camerina. The road wound it's way upwards through some low coastal hills. We passed the entrance to the Club Med resort, all closed-up for winter. At the brow of the hill there wasp a view westwards across fields of yellow flowers towards the nearby fishing village of Sciacca. Beyond the sea was a deep blue, and in the distance, the grey hills above Gela were barely visible.
After two months of drizzle induced inactivity, the 16 mile round trip taken more out of me than I expected. By early afternoon I was stretched out by the van in a sheltered sunny spot, drifting inexorably towards the land of nod.