The four of us were wandering round the Taormina backstreets when we discovered a small tennis club with three clay courts. Surrounded on two sides by tall apartment blocks with washing hanging colourfully from balconies and Mount Etna on a third, it was an inspiring location.
In the club house, we were told we could play as guests for ten euros an hour per person; not cheap by UK standards but justifying bringing the tennis rackets, balls and tennis kit 3000 miles.
They raked the court for us, and we attracted a small crowd of interested observers, to see how the Ingleezes played. However, despite our best efforts, we soon realised they were more interested in their iPhones and cappuccinos than watching us…
Perhaps we should try and play tennis in every country we visit.