Port Leone to Spartochori. 24 Aug 2012

We woke up in Port Leone to the dulcet tones of a chainsaw at 0730. A Greek bloke, Chris described as ‘care in the community’, was randomly cutting down Olive trees near the beach. This was unexpected because the whole village has been abandoned for a very long time, apparently they got cut off from the water mains. Perhaps he was annoyed so many people had anchored in his bay!

Despite the noise pollution the view from the yacht was spectacular. Out from the bay on a spit stands a ruined turret, with another a little further on shore. This Ionian coast has been fought over & changed hands often over the centuries, and this looked to my very inexperienced eyes to be similar to those in England & Wales. Anyway whatever it’s origin it stands proud, with the channel behind and then layers of dusky hills falling behind, each a subtle shade lighter than the one in front. The sea is still and the sun twinkles on the gentle ripples, and I really could look at this scene for hours. My pocket camera pictures probably don’t do it justice, but I will try to get a good shot to frame at home.

We stayed in Port Leone all morning, as each of the other yachts went on their way. We snorkelled, swam to the beach, snorkelled again and generally had fun in the water. William learnt to jump off the back of the transom, and once he’d done it, that was it, he wouldn’t stop! Amelie has been doing a little swimming without her armbands and here she really got brave, we also took lots of pictures of fish under the keel which may or may not come out!

We left Port Leone to head to Spartochori, and took lunch on route, which was the culinary feast of tuna & mayonnaise pitta. With a good bit of wind behind us, and the kids down below watching DVDs on the iPad we had a relaxing sail. The small bay of Spartochori has a ferry, and two areas to come alongside. We chose to head over to the Eastern side & moored stern to go the first time this holiday with a messenger line rather than an anchor. It worked, with a good bit of help from a local Greek chap, who was from the nearest Taverna. Trying to go stern to, two handed, is quite tricky, but I’m sure we’ll get slicker with practice – or if not the kids will soon be old enough to help.

At last here we found a lovely beach for the kids to play. Most of the beaches here are very rocky, or have large pebbles. Here there was a good patch of course sand for them to play on. I kept base camp in the Taverna, with a table at the waters edge, coffee & my kindle. Chris took the kids about 20m away on the beach, where they swam, Amelie again without flotation. Convincing Amelie to put her armbands back on gave Chris a break & he joined me so we could watch the kids from the table, and drink cold beer & wine. I’m impressed with the local Lefkas white wine. Very Pinot Grigio in flavour (ie non-offensive) it is a really good beach wine!

Whilst we were stern-to, everyone else came in bow-to. Typical! Not a problem though, it didn’t matter & meant that we had more privacy from the other crews. It’s only on the shallow quay by the Taverna that bow-to was essential.
A meal out at practically the same table I’d occupied for the afternoon, right by the water’s edge was a fab way to end the day. Although the very very loud beach party that we could hear from the yacht until 0230 was not! Aren’t we old?

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