A couple of nights in one of our favourite anchorages gave us such a peaceful and still night. We sat in the cockpit and listened to the layers of evening noises whilst the stars appeared like bright, freshly popping corn. From the mainland we could hear one bird relentlessly calling…
Eight days in a familiar fishing harbour and we’re off again. This has been a great place to shelter from 30knt winds, especially as we held out against worse than this on the same quay last year. Unfortunately the lazy line which Simon heroically retrieved from the harbour floor in…
Our slower rhythm of day is mostly a real joy. The exceptions are windless, grey voyages and unrelenting storms but I’m not thinking of those right now. We have just left a small Cycladic island where we spent a happy few days. moored alongside a delightful English couple. Each day…
A shortish romp of about 35 miles has brought us to another favourite bay. We have anchored here many times before, more memorably in Northerly gales but now under a clear blue sky and in transparent turquoise water. With only one other boat in sight, our little retreat from conversation…
A cloudy day, which was forecast to stay cold and windy, provoked the suggestion to have, ‘a nice day out.’ We shoved a few bits and bobs down below and took the short car-ferry crossing to the mainland. The sharp left turn into the hills above Galatas snaked through little…
A long but very pleasing journey from Milford, via a wonderful family bash ( these gatherings are never without incident, this time a pesky little accident which gave us an amazing opportunity to stand together in prayer, a momentarily unwatched Kezzie who mooched off to explore local gardens and Dunc…
Many years ago wise Christian leaders taught us the value of being flexible…in every aspect of life and relationships. To hold people, plans and expectations lightly. Challenging but this has probably been the best advice we have ever received, especially whilst living 50/50 at home in Milford and on Rope…
With Joel and Chris safely despatched back to England we scrubbed the boat and lovely Zoe picked up and delivered 3 loads of washing. Not knowing if we’d be back in Poros this year, we collected the dog box from our friendly taverna’s storeroom and set off early for Loutra…
Joel and Chris stepped off the ferry and onto Rope Sole late one Saturday evening and immediately cosied into their allotted cabin. So lovely to see them and great to have crew again! We motored, sailed and motor-sailed across to a favourite anchorage in the Cyclades, arriving with just enough…
On Friday our winsome four year old grandson swung his little ruck sack over his shoulder, looked up, parentwards and robustly declared, ‘starting again then!’ His lovely family were turning their faces towards the Flying Dolphin, Athens and home. After 10 companionable days of long laughter and short tears, stories,…