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We stayed one more day in Sivota after everyone had left and had a quiet day exploring the village and reading then we sailed to Port Leone on Kalamos. The small village at Port Leone was abandoned in 1953 after an earthquake destroyed the water supply. The church is maintained by a  group of people from Kalamos

When we arrived there were only 4 other yachts in the bay – unfortunately the good spots were taken. We motored around a bit trying to find somewhere to anchor.   The bay is quite deep and so we ended up dropping the anchor in 15 meters and being blown back onto the shore. We were happy with this as the anchor was pulling “uphill” and so less likely to lose grip.

As the afternoon progressed more boats entered the bay and anchored and the wind changed direction so we were being blown along the shore line. We thought our anchor should hold, although if the wind shifted round any more we thought we might have a problem.

The Italian boat that anchored to our Starboard side started to move away from us. We soon realised their anchor was dragging. It was obviously siesta time and there was no one about on deck. We decided the only option we had was for Anne to stay on board Wanda (in case we dragged) and for Stephen to go off in the dinghy to get their attention. The sleepy (and very grateful) Italians then went about sorting out the anchor and finding a new spot.

Late afternoon the wind dropped and went back to blowing us to shore – we decided we would sleep better if we had a line to the shore holding us just in case the wind changed to blowing us into the bay. Anne went off in the dinghy with a line and attached it to a tree. We used our winch to winch us back – unfortunately we seemed to go back a bit further than we expected to. We sat and looked at the shore for a bit and then went back to reading our books. Then we looked at the shore – were we even closer? After a while we convinced ourselves we were getting closer to the shore and that our anchor must be dragging.

If we were going to get any sleep we would need to re-set our anchor. So that’s what we did. However when we pulled up our anchor it was well dug in and covered in mud – so we probably would have been OK. We dropped the anchor again and got two lines ashore this time. Anne did the first one so this time it was Stephens turn. The water in this bay is very clear – so it’s a bit difficult to judge depths. As he got out of the dinghy it was a little bit deeper than he thought so he got a bit stuck with one leg in the water and the other in the dinghy – the only option was to end up in the water but it took him a few minutes to work this out. Meanwhile Anne was having a good giggle.  Any way two lines were attached to the shore and the anchor was in tight – we were good for the night and it was time for a drink!!

One of the nice things about the bay was the lack of ambient light – as there is no town. We lay in the cockpit staring at the stars it was fantastic.

After the excitement of the day before we decided to stay another day in the bay. We had a lovely lazy day reading books and swimming in the clear waters.

The bay was lovely clear water and very quiet – apart from the goats bleating on the hill side.

A pair of windmills mark the entrance to the bay

The next day we sailed up the coast back to Vlikho bay passing some lovely Greek villages