ARRIVING AT SANTORINI IS A memory-making moment; indigo water where black cliffs rear dramatically skywards, garnished with gravity-defying cubed houses. But there’s a problem if you’re arriving after 8.30am and hoping to get the ‘Santorini shot’ of the blue dome church to a cerulean backdrop, a symmetrical symphony of white on blue that is almost cinematically surreal – because you would have missed the boat, literally due to the number of tourists here. Especially in peak season of August.
But I have one thing up my sleeve – time – a feature