Welcome to August
Escaping to Italy once the heat of the English summer abates is becoming an annual thing for me. And I fully blame the Olive magazine team for this – there are only so many bowls of buttery pasta, sharp lemon granitas and golden, olive-oil-drenched breads from the test kitchen (preparing for our yearly Italian issue), that I can take without booking my flights. Last year it was Ischia, a tiny isle in the Bay of Naples. We rented a boat and stumbled across a new restaurant that had opened for the summer, clinging to the cliff face. A boat came out to meet us, helped us moor up, and we began the climb up the hill. Finding a table in the shade, watching the turquoise waters twinkle below, we tucked into…