‘Don’t go overboard on a tethered harness’
t was like swimming through a mirror. The deep blue Ionian Sea was turned liquid light reflecting the windless midday sun. The island of Corfu lay about eight miles to the north of my left arm, the mainland of Greece further away to my paddling right-hand fist. I wondered, as the powerful hull of , a Kraken 66, motored ever further away if, during the Autumn months, it would be was going to turn around and come back for me.
