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,…
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’…
Imagine … A cavernous market hall, home to numerous stalls and noisy traders selling all manner of Greek foods and fancies plus assorted scarves and trinkets from the Far East. Around the market are streets full of shops, kiosks, banks, frozen yoghurt stalls and numerous vehicles ranging from 2 plus…