The trip up the Corfu coast was pleasantly diverting as we pondered the stories behind the occasional tunnel dug into the cliff face, the history of the Achilleon palace whose gardens come down to the shoreline, the new fort at Corfu, 'Mon Repos' the huge mansion where Phil the Greek was born, and so on.
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| The fort at Corfu Town |
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| Mon Repos - Prince Phillip's birthplace |
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| Our boat at the end of the small jetty |
Soon we dropped anchor in Agni Bay and at the beckoning of the tavern staff, tied up at the end of the jetty at Taverna Nikolas.
We knew we were expected to lunch there and so forewent Toula’s to have whitebait cooked by Nikolas’ wife, Voula (absolutely true).
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| the bay |
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| Boats anchored in Agni bay |
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| Children playing by the taverna |
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| Toula's taverna |
We spent the afternoon resting, Anne went for a swim, and then we did as little as possible in the heat of the day.
Agni Bay is very pretty. The hills all around are covered in conifers and olives. There is a sprinkling of villas, but the bay appears to be quite isolated. However, around the corners but out of sight are large hotels. Nikolas is smart enough to offer a free boat taxi to both of them and so his taverna was full for lunch and dinner. The tourists are mostly British and there seems to be a tradition of remembering Nikolas and his family as he remembers the tourists and their family; very twee, but somehow nice.
Now at dusk, the sea is calm apart from the roll of wake from passing boats every now and then. The chatter of diners drifts across the water, swallows twitter and fend off cats near the tavernas, Greek music is playing in the background. The 6 sailing boats including 2 large Lagoons drift around their anchor chains and the mistiness over the Albanian hills is starting to obscure the town opposite us, some 10 miles away.
We are relaxed, renewed and resolved to live this life for as long as we can lift the sails.
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