Days like this
 

Days like this

Sitting on the mooring like a couple of dazed chickens we were thinking, chatting and reading our way through the first day of rest after several weeks of activity. Suddenly, the ferry, which had menaced its way to the quay, through a gaggle of rather too closely anchored yachts, let...
Lying low
 

Lying low

In just one week the Greek sailing scene changes dramatically. The third week of July heralds the onset of max-out-here-we-come sailors and their families, we understand completely as, many years ago that was us too. So we try to lie low, stay away from the harbour quays and find smaller...
Pink Flamingos
 

Pink Flamingos

I am writing this on the last day of June and with the temperature happily soaring into the roaring 40’s we can safely declare the banner of high summer to be well and truly hoisted. Only ten days ago we were crouching at anchor in a lonely bay, peering through...
Parley
 

Parley

The evening before heading out to the Cyclades we took steep winding steps to a strategic ridge overlooking both the bay and channel leading to Poros quay. Each time we make our huffing, puffing ascent we discover a different path, plant or hidden treasure. This time our scratchy stubbly track...