…th and cringing at the idiocy of the modern world. So, I leave that simple chair here to tempt you. Play the scene through your imagination and envisage your enjoyment sitting out there free from the worries of today, warming your skin beneath that reliable Mediterranean sun, the warm clear water washing your bare feet, the only sounds those of the soft wash of gentle waves, the sighing breeze through your hair (if you still have some), the distant cries of children delighting on the sands behind you.
Where? Near the Castle of Frangokastello in southern Crete.
