In this case the lighthouse is not Woolf's Godrevy, but La Revellata, commissioned in 1844, and situated on the end of an impressive peninsula to the west of Calvi.

Yesterday, setting out just as it was getting light, we cut across to the root of the peninsula, and then walked to its tip. It's not necessarily easy finding these paths... We went wrong on the way out, and ended up doing the last stretch on the road (no real hardship, as it's a track rather than a road, and there was no traffic on it anyway). On the way back, we managed to keep to the proper path, which winds its way very charmingly round the spurs.

It's all thoroughly picturesque:


















So that was good.

Then, today, we followed the bit of coast path that stretches from the citadel to the base of the peninsula where we joined the route yesterday. Again, it's a stunning bit of coast, oozing piled-up yellow rocks and cliffs and coves.

There were a few reasons we didn't go far, however, and one of them was that this section of the path is really quite difficult, forcing you to negotiate skiddy scree, and clamber over big boulders. Some hardy folk include this stretch in their walk to the lighthouse, but I'm glad we didn't attempt to do that.

Undeniably scenic, though:










We went as far as the cross commemorating the lives lost on the steamer Balkan when it was torpedoed off Calvi in 1918:



And back home through the town, for a few final glimpses:




We're sorry to be leaving Calvi. Both our accommodation and the place itself have been pretty much unbeatable.

But tomorrow, we move on to Bastia.