Of course, most people head to Puglia for the beaches. And quite rightly so.
The first time I went down to the heel of Italy, we spent our first evening drinking beer on the free beach at Lido Pizzo.
It's just a ten minute drive from the house and is lovely in the daytime too (although pack some sturdy sandals - we turned up on a day when lots of seaweed had washed up on the shore and it took us a while to trek past it all!)
Lots of beaches in Italy have been privatised and cost a fair bit but I refuse to pay for sea and sand so we always head to Pizzo. The carpark costs €5 for the whole day - brilliant!
However the real star of the show in the area is Porto Selvaggio:
A stony beach leads into the sea, which is both warm and freezing cold depending on where you swim; there are freshwater springs under water!
The water is crystal azure and it's really worth taking a diving mask or some goggles along to see all the fish and sea creatures living at the bottom.
After a swim, lunch can be had on picnic rugs underneath the pines listening to the cicadas creak.
But for days when we don't have much time or don't want to drive anywhere, there's something incredible right on our doorstep.
Just metres away from the house, the road drops off into a rocky moonscape with the sea just the other side.
Too scared to dive in, I eased myself into the water slowly.
And not too gracefully either!
Admittedly I got an attack of paranoia and suddenly began to fear that a shark would sniff me out and that would be the end of that. Do you get sharks in Puglia? Absolutely not. But my logic was that you don't normally get whales in the Thames either and that's happened before. Never say never right?
So after a 10 minute dip, we ambled along the coastline for a little while (mainly to have a closer look at this old villa that's been abandoned for as long as Michele can remember!)
It's such a beautiful building. Apparently it's connected to the little harbour by underground tunnels and in years gone by, fishermen used to go there and eat together. Rumour is it's haunted by their voices, their conversations echoing off the walls at night...
You can probably see from the pictures that it's not the most comfortable of beaches for lying back on. There's no sand to splay your toes in or snuggle down into on top of your towel but I much prefer stony beaches - sand drives me absolutely mad!
Plus it means that sneaky little lizards come to play amongst the holes in the rocks.
A yoga mat, a towel and a scarf to shade my poor English skin from the sun and I am absolutely sorted.
And with views like that, I really couldn't ask for more anyway.
To see the villa, check out my last two posts about the house and its gardens! Where's your favourite beach escape?