So now I was really married into this Greek world.
We had left England for good – and already it had been blown out like a candle in my mind. Me and my new wife, my travelling companion – my Giristroula as they say in Greece for a girl who likes to wander – had been touring the country looking for a good place to settle.
We landed in Corfu. The Garden of Greece. This seemed a good place to put down roots.
But what was lying in store for us on this extraordinary Ionian archipelago? 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…