So now I was really married into this Greek world. We had left England for good – already that old country had 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 one day in later summer in Corfu. The Garden of Greece. This seemed a good place for us to put down some roots.