Hemmed in
 

Hemmed in

The main harbour of Hydra must be the most action packed watery enclave in Greece. From the very first rays of sunlight to the threes and fours of an already exhausted am this little hub positively thrums. We arrived on a cloud of optimism one mediocre Wednesday at 10.30 and...
Harbour life
 

Harbour life

Sitting on the bow, decks splattered brown with Saharan rain. I am watching a fishing village roll through Saturday hours like children in long grass. The quay is idly slung with scruffy day boats, scuffed but usefully awaiting a steady grandfather or his cocky son. Larger, though no smarter vessels occupy...
Marmalade days
 

Marmalade days

Orthodox Easter was one week later than in UK and I joined Simon and Kezzie on Rope Sole just as the temperatures started to creep up and preparations to celebrate began. These Greeks consider us northerners rather reckless as we cast off our clothing at the merest hint of sunshine,...
Waiting for the wind
 

Waiting for the wind

Early morning Kezzie walks always yield a bounty of local knowledge and usually a few flowers too. Today we woke to an early chill which slid rapidly earthwards as the sun triumphed from Australia onto yet another Aegean blue canvas. A perfect remedy after a little night time fretting and...