I was worried that coming away so soon after the big move was not a good thing; that I should have stayed at home and unpacked more boxes, sorted sky, wifi and kids clubs.
But as I lie, as has become customary each evening, under the stars, I realise it was the best decision. The knots in my back are gone, no sign of a headache and I feel relaxed for the first time in an incredibly long time.
The further along the holiday, the more relaxed we have become and the days have merged into one; lazy breakfast, quick swims, a sail to a beautiful bay, a swim, a lunch that my mother in law and I have nailed to a tee to prepare, a snooze, a swim, a sail, a swim, 6 o'clock sundowners and nibbles, a hose down al fresco and local simple tavern supper and house wine….. while the boys settle below, we take tea above board, with a square of chocolate and a sip of metaxa … and as I cool off under the stars, listening to gentle Greek tunes and tapping of the waves, I know my last and final part of my daily routine is to pick up Willy who has decided the coolest and comfiest place to sleep is in the middle of the boat on the rug that sums up the holiday….
"Fun, sun, sea and love."