Yesterday, while we were driving, Sarah said she fancied a pizza. It’s not that we don’t like Greek food, but that a change is a good as a rest. As it happened our reconnaissance of Mycenae before tucking Basil up…

Normally when we go to Argos*, we can almost manage on auto pilot. We go through the door, up to a catalogue, select an item, buy it and walk out. Hey presto. Not today, as you’ll find out. Yesterday evening…

  Last night we took a walk down to the twee little harbour at Plaka, It’s everyone’s picture of Greece. Lovely harbour with crystal clear turquoise water, upon which float a few traditional fishing boats. Around the quayside are arranged…

  We bade farewell to our lovely beach near Monemvasia today as Basil hauled his lardy backside northwards to the tiny harbour of Plaka, about half way up the east coast of the Peloponnese. I hadn’t thought before that we…