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[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

Those of you who follow our blog will remember that 2023 wasn’t a great sailing year for us. We didn’t make it out to Missy Bear at all in the spring, but managed six weeks bumbling around in the autumn. When I started my physio at Cirencester Hospital a year ago, the physio asked me what was my goal, in terms of what movement I was trying to recover.  I know that someone with a similar injury to mine had said she wanted to be able to get her bra on by using her hands behind

We had to put the heating on last night. It was about 22:00 and we were inspecting the back of our eyelids, waiting to head to the square, outside the church, for the Easter day celebrations that would  start at midnight. It had been a cloudy day, with the odd short rain shower. So maybe it was psychological, but I wanted Missy Bear to be warm and welcoming when we crawled back in later. It was hard to believe that two weeks earlier Tony and I had been swimming off the bathin