The last day on Póros began with an early run along the promenade before the sun got too high, dodging a few early morning commuters catching their quaint little 10 man ferries to the mainland, the occasional lethargic dog sprawled in the shade of the moored yachts and gangs of stray cats loitering outside the fishing boats waiting for leftovers.
We left Póros at 8:25am after a couple of very enjoyable days, our destination was Wreck Cove in the NE of the Island of Dhokós a short 14 mile sail south.As we turned into the cove, we were delighted by the scene unfolding before us. Wreck Cove is a tiny inlet sheltered by a narrow rocky finger of land a few 100 metres long to the north. It is completely protected, you could see the water getting calmer as we moved further in, till it became a completely translucent, turquoise mill pond, right at the end. There was however another yacht occupying the prime position, so we had to anchor a few metres further out, but still well sheltered and in a very nice spot. As we were tying our lines ashore, we were a little surprised to see the female crew member appear on the side of the yacht, completely naked, shortly followed by the male flaunting his dangly bits – I think they were trying to see if they could deter us from mooring, but no chance, this was too beautiful a spot. I think that put an end to their all over tanning, and they decided to leave 30 minutes later, so we very quickly up anchored and took their spot … now the only boat in the cove and in the best position… perfect.The cove was believed to be a Hellenic harbour (possibly from around the 5th or 6th century BC, at least that is what the book says) and on the rocky finger above the cove are some excavation, the remnants of several houses foundations from the Mycenean era … here endeth the history lesson for today.We spent the day, swimming and relaxing and yes I finally went swimming for the first time this summer, the water was “refreshing” and with the air temperature in the mid-thirties, was just what the doctor ordered. During the afternoon, a very large yacht arrived to share our cove (how dare they !!!), but luckily only stopped a few hours for a swim and late lunch before departing … their loss. Being on our own, we decided to be a bit “cheeky” as Mark is happily demonstrating.It was such a tranquil evening, just the crickets clicking noisily in the bushes and Mark and I enjoying supper on deck watching the sun as it edged towards the horizon. The cove was faintly illuminated in the early evening by star light, no light pollution penetrated our pretty cove, the moon rose in the early hours but Mark and I were sound asleep, no noise or light penetrating our slumbers … you might have noticed that we are feeling quite poetic in such a fab location.We planned to stay here a couple of days, however the weather forecast was for possible rain and thunder so we decided to err on the side of caution and up anchor… what a shame, Wreck Cover has been one of our favourite anchorages in all our time in the Med. We will definitely stop here again on the way back.