So now I was really married into this Greek world. We had left England for good – and already that old country had quickly been blown out like a candle in my mind. Me and my new wife, my travelling companion – my Giristroula as they say here for a girl who likes to wander – had been touring round and around Greece looking for a good place to settle.
We landed in Corfu. The Garden of Greece. This seemed a good place for us to put down roots.
But what would we find on this extraordinary Ionian island? What do the people of Corfu really do here throughout the whole year when the tourists aren’t looking? And can man-made Corfu and the tempestuous Corfiots ever live up to the incredible nature that surrounds them?