As my body and my mind and my words softly converged to make sense of my new love: the Greek Islands, I paid the ferry man and was slowly inexorably towed away.

The island of Telendos was totally silent. No cars. No scooters. No boatloads of tourists. No hustle or bustle. There were places waiting for the tourists but the morning we were there it was deeply quiet. We walked from one end of the settlement to the other encountering nothing but fishing boats and the distant…

Pothia. Vechy Grande Grotta. Below is me deep inside the cave ready to shoot Jack climbing an incredibly hard climb called DNA. Just climbing straight up the steep loose rocky hillside then through the cave to find the best angle was climbing enough for me yesterday. Jack rock climbing in the Grande Grotta. Perfect. Today…

Down to the water. Yesterday we drove over the island through the fertile basin of the island and into a small fishing village. The houses were ancient, large and largely hidden so I think it has been a rather affluent little fishing village. The square was totally set up to capture tourists. The whole village…