FALLING

Don't look behind you.’ The instruction came from the Australian traveller up front, first of our little trio. Between us sat the Londoner on his gap year; I was at the back. We were three on one of those little motorbikes rented out in Greece in the summer, pootling around Paros.

We'd been at a beach party on the other side of the island, and they were giving me a lift back to town, where I worked at what was then the only hotel on Paros, a drop in the blue Aegean Sea.

My shift started at 4.30am with pressing the sheets for the daily