ADVENTURE OUTNUMBERED AFLOAT
The morning sun was warm on my back as I eased the oars into the water. Pulling gently, I allowed the dinghy to follow as my daughter, Lucy, swam slowly through the water, head below the surface, scanning the bottom for treasure. Through the crystal water myriads of black sea-urchins clung to rocks of green-blue porcelain. It was not these Lucy was looking for but their spineless deceased relatives. The water swirled as she dived, returning to the dinghy with a grin and another specimen.
There had not been time to go all that far after our handover at the Sail Ionian charter base, so we had headed for Vathi on Meganisi, a charming small harbour. An inconveniently timed gust slewed us awkwardly as we eased astern into the remaining narrow berth. I called for the anchor to be lifted; it made more sense to start again. The crew either side took our stern lines as I cut the prop and drifted the last couple of metres. Looking at the five girls on board, my wife Louise, three daughters – Tamara, Bea and Lucy – and Rebe, Bea’s
