In The Beginning...

Flight Approach into Kefalonia, Greece - not Dover, England!

 It all started on a wet, windy summers day in the Yorkshire Dales, in a caravan near Tosside, Skipton. It never rains there in the Dales, it positively pours! Little did I know that some very unimportant decisions made that day would possibly shape and rearrange the rest of my life...

Armed with a shiny new travel brochure for holidays in Greece, I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander to thoughts of soft white sand and blaring hot sunshine. My hands unconsciously flicked through the flimsy paper and I only opened my eyes when I felt drawn to a particular page. I glanced downwards tentatively.

Kefalonia...... Great I thought..... I had never been to this infamous island, and after a 15 year stint in travel, I had heard many good things about the place. If you have never been, you must go. The island will appear many times in my blog, and if there is anything you need to know about this utterly stunning and charming destination, please do not hesitate to ask. But take note, when you do go, it will steal your heart! Don't say I didn't warn you so. 





Our own special secluded beach - I may share the location one day :)