21st September

Lucinda still heard things going thump in the night. This time it was a cat leaving paw prints over the foredeck. It was time to start heading towards our winter refuge so we pointed our bow towards Cephalonia and plodded north. A gentle breeze allowed us to motor sail for about an hour before having to furl as the wind disappeared. We were back in Poros and ate at the Franco-Greek restaurant by the harbour looked after by the harassed chef/waiter/owner.