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We were sad to say goodbye to our new chums Michaela and Toby in Nea Klima, especially after such a fun afternoon out with them around Skopelos, re-living scenes from the Mamma Mia movie. But we had to return to Skiathos town to check out of the Sporades with the Port Police. Our departure was slightly delayed by a yacht coming in next to us, as Richard felt duty-bound to help the skipper with his lines. It was a hen-party over from Portugal, with a group of scantily-clad yo

Alonnissos (National Marine Park) The Mediterranean monk seals remained elusive. Charlotte suggested that we would see some basking on one of the many sandy coves around Alonnisos. I replied that spotting them in that manner would be unlikely. Notwithstanding the fact that it is not breeding season, the Monk seals here have become a reclusive species. Nevertheless, with our binoculars trained on the shoreline over 200m away (this specific area within the National Marine Par

[Goodbye and Hello] Gulf of Volos It was getting time for Tony and Lynn to depart. We had originally planned to sail to Skiathos, from where they would fly back to Bristol, and from where Charlotte would arrive two days later. But we had lost a day waiting for the Chalkis bridge to be fixed. This would mean them departing for Skiathos on the day of their flight, which didn’t leave much contingency. As a result, they caught the Flying Dolphin from Volos to Skiathos the day bef

True confessions time: Until last year, I’d never heard of Evia. I knew there was a large island off the east coast of the Greek mainland, and I knew the water between them formed a sort of inland waterway, but Chris Tarrant would have had to phone a friend for me to name the island. Then last year, floods and storms catapulted Evia into the news headlines with huge flooding coming just weeks after ferocious storms. On our first night at anchor off Evia, we made a shocking di

The low pressure system A low pressure was tracking eastwards along the Mediterranean, south of Crete. The curling, gradient air-flow of the depression was, of course, anticlockwise. And that meant that the wind would bend around, and down, over the Sporades from the north-east, hundreds of miles north of the eye. It would also drag some cloud and the odd rain shower over us. Our Windy weather app was showing red colours, not our preferred greens. This meant that the wind g