Getting it right

From time to time we all get stuck to the quay. The reasons vary from; equipment failure, waiting for parts or other things to arrive by erratic post, courier or ferry, strong winds, which would make for beastly sailing, rendezvous guest arrangements, or just plain contentment with the place. Right…

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Wedding Weekend

Friday was our wedding anniversary, the eve of Harry and Meghan’s wedding and the run up to Pentecost in UK …though we shall have to wait another week for this celebration in Orthodox Greece. We set off early for the market but found our lovely farmer friend sitting on the…

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Water ways

Water and washing and a month goes by. There is a consistently loyal and courteous water man on this busy mainland quay. Lets call him Dimitri. Each morning and evening he patiently approaches visitors and explains the method of collecting water from newly fitted pipes. Never have we seen him…

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Christos Anesti

The first walk of the season is always the best. Today we ambled our way along the quay, past a raggle taggle of international yachties and on to the flotilla of charter boats receiving a final wash and brush up before the imminent arrival of guests. A bounty of flora…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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Fixing stuff

Little tasks accomplished speedily can make a huge difference to life aboard. Recently Simon found and affixed a vintage ( ie the only one the chandler could find) hook to our cabin wall…now two straw hats no longer float annoyingly around  the saloon. He also sawed, sanded and varnished a piece of…

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The lemon

Huddled under our leaky spray-hood on a spit spotting cloudy day, I am surveying a line of fishing boats, one owner deftly darning his nets using expansive arm manoeuvres and a large curved needle. The music singing from his tinny radio, set deep within the dog house, is delightfully old…

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