Getting off the ground

When packing to come here I looked at the weather forecast and was persuaded to replace my autumn clothes with summer ones. So I was not expecting to wake this morning to a grey sky, a grey sea and dripping trees. Never mind - I am British and we have evolved to be waterproof so S and I walked back to this building which attracted me last night.

The ferry to Skopelos was also shrouded in grey but we could still see Skiathos runway where I landed yesterday. Pilots apparently find Skiathos one of the more exciting airports to fly to, since the runway is carved into the short flattish bit of land at one end of the island and it starts and ends at the sea. I'd seen this on a map but didn't realise that it was quite so short nor that it was humped. I guess if you're taking off and are not airborne by the top it's not going to happen...