One week from Old Harbour and back, never more than four hours under sail a day. The skipper changes the order when the wind asks for it.
Boarding from four. The provisions are already on board, the skipper walks you through the boat, and the first evening is for watching the swell come in from the harbour wall.

Three hours under sail to a limestone islet. The water is so clear that you can see the anchor on the sand at eight metres, and most people are in before the sails are down.

A deep bay with pines down to the waterline. Dinner ashore at the only taverna, under its arches, with no menu and no need for one.

Two nights on the sheltered side, off a beach that has no road to it. The only way there is the dinghy, and the only footprints are yours.

Shallow, warm and closed in on all sides, waist deep a long way out. The last night at anchor, dinner cooked on board. Back in Old Harbour by Saturday noon.
