We woke Sunday to a warm blue sky day with postcard views of the Amalfi coast and Positano from our Villa, Torre dei Quattroventi (also known as Villa Adonia), 293 viale Pasitea. It was originally built as a fourth century Watch Tower to keep a look out for potential North African invaders by sea. These days it is a gorgeous villa spread over four levels with the main bedroom on the top opening out onto the balcony, third level three bedrooms and living room, second level lounge and courtyard entrance, and the lower level kitchen, dining and washhouse..

We had breakfast and decided to walk down to Positano's main beach, Spiaggia Grande, and explore the shops and town . The guestbook in the Villa had advised this is a 739 step drop and a must do at least once and it gets easier every time. The route to the beach through narrow stepped alleys revealed different aspect of the beach at every turn.

Finally, when we reached the road and legs muscles were in a tremor from the constant stepping, we are met with shops and galleries from Mulini all the way to the Piazza Vespucci where all the beach side restaurants and cafés are. We ventured out onto and along the beach and dipped our toes - it was still cool. We had wine and snack at a beachside hotel cafe, Buca di Bacco.

We made our way back to the villa together, initially, slowly up the sloping shop lined alleys to the bus stop at Piazza Mulini. From here we went our separate ways; Rob and Rena wanted to walk up the road, taking the three kilometre bus route up via Cristoforo Colombo and then back along via Guglielmo Marconi, the main road around that winds high around the Positano valley . Susan, the girls and Allan decided on the steps again; painful but shorter. Allan decided to mix road and steps, while the girls and Susan headed straight up and were first back to Torre Quattroventi. When Allan arrived he spotted Rob and Rena with his camera zoom lens on via Guglielmo Marconi on the other side of the valley.

Rob and Rena eventually arrived a couple of hours later. They hadn't spent the whole time on the road, stopping for drinks at a couple of bars on the way. They stopped at Chiesa Nuova at the top of our street to book a meal at Grottino Azzurro Trattoria where we had tried unsuccessfully the night before, and have another drink at Bar International. Rena bought Rob an old bottle of Caol Ila single malt that looked like it had been sitting on a top shelf for years - the barman was reluctant to sell, but Rena was insistent, and the whiskey made it back to PNG unopened.