Sailing into the sunrise
We finally arrived on Monday, after a week's delay. Mr Grigg shaved off his Hemingway beard, our good luck ran out and we broke down again in Italy, the day after a white-knuckle ride through the Mont Blanc Tunnel. No laughing matter After half a day waiting for Marco the mobile motorcycle mechanic to fix Bella the Beetle, we pressed on, the car coughing and spluttering, lurching and lumbering as it followed Mr Grigg in his Land Rover work-horse. I said five hail Marys the next morning and the next, even though I'm not a Catholic. I prayed to Zeus, Hera and anyone else on Mount Olympus who was listening. The flag on the ferry Eleni unfurled as we sighted Corfu. Flying the flag And here we are. Lots to do, lots already happening and, one way or another, I'll be sure to keep you posted. But one of our first ports of call was the daily market in Corfu town. Oh, and here's the new world from my window. That's about it. Lo...