We moved our boat from where it was anchored because strong winds were forecast, so we are now in a small marina in a very pretty village.
From mid afternoon yesterday the winds picked up. The boat was groaning and straining and bobbing around despite being securely tied up. I didn't expect to get any sleep at all....but when I woke this morning I felt as fresh as a daisy.
Going for a run here is straightforward, just step off the boat and off we go. It wasn't too late when we set off, around 8am, so warm but bearable if you go as slowly as me.
First we ran around the bay. The beach was littered with the casings of small sea anemones, washed up by the storm. Heading a little inland the path was level but started climbing, to some old, vandalised wartime ruins. We had a quick look then turned back the way we came, along the beach then through the shade by the waterfront tavernas. Some had been carousing late and were closed, others were serving coffees.
Past them to a waterside road next to a rocky beach where you can swim. It started level but then I realised I was going up again. 2km done.
Onwards and upwards, along a street with a steeper upward gradient. I realised that if I turned now it would take me back to the swimming beach and I'd cover about 3km. Good move, downhill all the way, negative splits for once 
Stopped my watch, remembered to take my phone out of my running belt and stop NRC, then stripped off my shirt, shoes and socks and jumped into the water. Ah, bliss.
The day actually continued to get better. I went to my sister's to do the washing and finally had a hot shower and washed my hair. I think there was a sea's worth of salt in it. So now I have clean clothes, clean hair and am generally the cleanest I've been for a couple of weeks
Ah, boat life!
(the photo shows the road next to the swimming beach, with the bay in the background)
Another Sunday adventure! 
