Just back: Buffalo mozzarella bingo in ancient Italy We had heard at infinite length how their ancestors came from India to work the boggy, mosquito-infested land, before it was drained by - did she say Mussolini? Now, after centuries of work on the farms, modern buffaloes spend their lives penned up, producing mozzarella milk. You will have to excuse me - historical facts came jumbled up with recipes for artichokes, and concerns about melons rotting in the fields. Did Pope Gregory VII, buried in Salerno Cathedral, eat insalata caprese on his way to Canossa? Or was it invented in 1889 for Queen Margaret of Italy, in the colours of the new Italian flag? No, that was pizza Margherita. Paestum was wonderfully quiet. We had walkie-talkies to hear her going on about the architecture, but I turned mine off. Wandering away from our group, I found myself totally alone, hearing only the wind in the trees. Lizards skittered across the sun-warmed stones. Could that faint buzz be the voices of the ancients? Probably just a bee, busy in a clump of wild thyme. As always on visits to ancient sites, I scanned the ground for treasures. In a freshly raised molehill I spotted a piece of black-glazed Attic pottery - a gracefully turned pot handle. My husband disapproves of my archaeological ferreting, but I love finding fragments of what I imagine to be the past. On my handle, you can see the indentation where the potter pressed his thumb, maybe more than 2,000 years ago. Anyway, sadly, no points were awarded in the mozzarella and melon game. Our guide fell asleep as the coach trundled on to the motorway and back to Sorrento. Email your entry of no more than 500 words (with the text in the email itself rather than attached) to justback@telegraph.co.uk by midnight on Wednesday, October 17.