As a kiwi, Christmas is all about summer, barbecues at the beach, Christmas decorations that make no sense and Turkey roasts eaten on a steamy hot summer’s day. It’s what we know and love.

Last year was the first time I have ever spent Christmas in a cold place and suddenly it all made sense. A quick flick through the photos from last year brought back memories of Sorrento – where every year at the start of December, as winter arrives, the Christmas lights are turned on.