I'm not long back from Santorini, a Greek island shaped like a crescent (because half of it blew up  many years back) and boasting the worlds only sea filled caldera.  The island is covered in pumice so if you walk around bare foot, you will have the most beautiful feet on the planet.

Here are things I like about Greece:

Here are things I don't like about Greece:
Anyway let's have a look at it as I tell you more.

I know,  it was tough, but this is where I had to lie everyday if I wasn't by the pool.  Thankfully it's pretty windy in Santorini so you can't feel yourself burning in the 36 degree heat.  I loved saying "Bloody hell it's hot" everyday as this is not something I'm used to saying and it took a while for me to get used to the feeling of those words in my mouth.  The rain has been relentless in England, seriously, Noah didn't have it this bad.  I'm beginning to think the Mayans are on to something.

This is how one travelled languorously to the sea.  You couldn't walk on the sand or it would burn the soles of your feet off.

Look at this lovely little working windmill.  Yonder you can see a two storey building.  Every morning a dog would stand on the second floor barking incessantly at the crowing cockerel.  

This is the type of thing I love.  I have a thing for doors.  I'm even making a folder on the collection of doors I have photographed.  I don't know whether this is sad or arty.

The locals selling their wares, grapes, olives and prickly pears!

The man with no feet.  There were a few of these guys. Maybe walking around bare foot too long on the island has this effect and it's a warning.

I sensibly wore these. What do you call a French man wearing sandals?  Phillipe Fillop.  That's one of my favourite jokes and were I to be talking about holidaying in France it would have been more relevant.

Just incase you were wondering how far away you were from the rest of the world and didn't have your sat nav knocking around.

One day we went on a trip to Oia.  A beautiful little town built into the cliffs and renowned for its views of the sunset over the caldera.  On our way we stopped at a folk museum which consisted of lots of little rooms, minus air conditioning, and packed with bodies.  Whilst I was mildly interested in Greek farming I found the excessive heat unbearable and snook outside.  Here I found delight in this blowing curtain.

This is a broken door to a cave settlement where some people still reside.  I told you, I have a thing for doors.

It's nice innit.  View over the caldera.

Now this would suit me down to the ground.  Living in a white-washed building, flip flops and floaty frocks, selling art, sipping wine and reading books.  Talking of books I took the 50 shades of grey trilogy with me to Santorini.  I didn't want to read it but once I'd heard that it had caused a divorce boom and some bloke threw a bottle of HP sauce at is wife, I relented.  I have to say it could have been written in 50 chapters less, however that's another story.

Now when you get to Oia you have to find a spot along the cobbled, winding paths at least an hour before the sun sets.  This is because people from all over the planet turn up to take photos.  If you are claustrophobic just buy a postcard.  

Nature is always worth it.

The sea by night as the sun goes to bed.

And then time for cocktails in an open air bar  across from the beach.

Well of course I was going to add another door picture!

As the Greeks would say "Yiamas" which means drink, be healthy and drink again!  Indeed.