Midsummer life on the quay in Poros is both lively and entertaining. Our favourite spot is stern-to opposite a little cafe owned by a slow, elderly Greek from the ‘gentleman’ school of hospitality. However this time we lay alongside a friend’s boat and closer to the hot spot, frequented by…
Our little canine companion was wheeled away in her rather large plastic box and we made our way through customs and into the new‘Queens departure hall.’ Very impressive, though a little quiet as the flights are only gradually being transferred to this, rebuilt terminal two. Heston’s swanky cafe beckoned and…
Well…it is Le Weekend after all! After a quick stroll around the breezy harbour, a coiled spanakopita on a beach bench and a long look at the weather forecast, we optimistically romped out to sea. With the wind offering 18-20 knts behind us we bowled along and admired the fertile…
Every harbour village we visit becomes our favourite. Within a few hours we find the best place to buy bread and lemons, yoghurt and milk plus a mountain of fresh veg. We walk a few backstreets and read the chalked menu boards in front of an array of tavernas. Sometimes…
Arriving in the enormous bay in Milos at midnight we motored gently towards the quay and enjoyed the carpet of moonlight all around us. Our hearts were strangely lifted and there was such a strong sense of happiness and joy rising up from deep within the island. We have never…
Chania Harbour is a vibrant, noisy and constantly changing place to berth. We initially found a slot alongside a happy group of Poles who were preparing to sail a red lumbering giant of a boat back to Gdansk. I wish we’d taken a photo. Realising we’d stumbled into a ‘marina’…
Yesterday, I finally had to bin my flip flops. Three years of faithful and comfortable service over, in the sudden shearing of a rubber thong. Arriving back at the boat has been a good reunion, our solid friend waiting to accommodate us again. Waiting patiently to be hosed and…
One day Chris was being rowed back to the boat after treasure hunting on ‘our ‘ little beach. She suddenly squealed with delight and pointed to oysters standing upright on the bottom. Joel yelled…’go on mum’, so I retrieved a couple and Chris awaited the pearls. Alas, nothing but slimey,…
When we started Rope Sole 10 years ago the aim was to be a, ‘drop in the ocean’, against the hopelessness we saw in Egypt. So we found Egyptian potters, artists, and artisans, set up the business and imported their wares. Many of you supported us and ( even though…
Early one morning we were roused from the alure of our water bed by shrieks of laugher and delighted chatter, wafting across the bay and calling us out of our dreams like the aroma of fresh toast. ‘Wow those Greek kids are tireless’, we patiently noted to our pillows. Moments…