So long, Hydra

We were the first boat out of Ermioni with Rory (the Dubliner) at the helm - we’d enticed him aboard for the day.
As we’d missed Hydra the previous day, we decided we’d try and squeeze in for lunch. And then I read - doh! - this was of course (of course!) the home of Leonard Cohen in the 60s.
Nosing into the harbour to find it full, Stu and I did what we had to - leapt we did, off onto the end of the stone breakwater. He went off to get a litre of milk, I, equally essentially, legged it to the cafe where Cohen played his first gig. There, to pause and take in the history of the surroundings. It’s a great little place - no cars, just donkeys everywhere being loaded at the harbour with everything from water to kitchen towels.
So, back niftily onboard as La Luna kissed the wall again and onward. As usual the wind built throughout the afternoon driving us on to Perkadi. Is everywhere here this beautiful? Certainly a lot more beautiful than our boat parking accompanied by the incomprehensible shouts of the
little harbourmaster. It was a bit blowy right across the pontoon. So, out to Saronis, a little restaurant overlooking the scene where we were shown that day’s catch. And if that wasn’t going to tempt us, they made us a special offer, just for us, my friends.