Well heeled

Well, get away from Skiathos as planned, we did, by 10am. Saying our goodbyes, notably to Marty from Barcelona who we’d caroused with the previous evening at Bar Rock ‘n’ Roll (awarded Best Bar in Europe, 2004. What do you mean you’ve never heard of it?). Marty’s mum translated Fifty Shades into Spanish. And it earned her 50K which she used to send Marty to London to do a Masters in film studies. So if you read it in Spanish, we’re all very grateful.
I digress; the Northern Sporades stretched ahead of us, and eastward we did go aided by strengthening winds. Impressive big coastlines, increasingly uninhabited, till we came to Kira Panagia which was totally uninhabited apart from some goats. Yes, yes, we felt quite at home.