TURKISH DELIGHT
e’re going to Amorgos, we tell Pierre, the engineer who has worked miracles on through the winter months. Go via Evitha, he advises us, it’s the prettiest island of all. And so we set off, not quite as early in the morning as we’d hoped – isn’t that always the case – over flat calm water. Overhead, the sky is the colour of steel and the horizon is an indefinable line as it melts into an equally metallic sea, but the stillness of the conditions makes up for the lack of colour. En route, we nose into the port at Kalymnos and promise ourselves a return visit, and then strike out for Evitha. In true Cyclades style, the wind is starting to rise by the time we reach our destination and the waves are tipped with a white edging, so we are glad to turn into an almost enclosed bay where a number of mooring buoys are waiting for capture. Within minutes, we’re made fast, and relieved to be; despite the shelter, a small swell is now entering the anchorage and
