We woke up to grey skies and rain, yet again. By the time we motored to Gouvia it had brightened up. We said our sad farewells to Sue and Roger, watered up, did the washing and settled down to watch the footie. In the meantime the wind picked up creating white horses outside the marina and whistling through the rigging.
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