We emerge on the seafront beside Ta Kochilia taverna and opposite the island of St Nicholas, some 250 yards offshore. I think the translation of this is ‘The Seashells Taverna’. It is a perfectly named restaurant in an idyllic spot where the gentle ebb and flow of the waves purrs in unison with a contented grey and white cat asleep on the rocks. This is one of these moments in life where the mind takes a perfect picture, which will never be erased.