My culinary wandering has taken me to the Greek island of Hydra. A tantalising glimpse of what Bodrum might have been if we'd dug a channel between the mainland and the peninsula. Only a tiny percentage of the island is built on and the building permits are very strictly controlled. The result is a harbour town worthy of a film set. No ugly concrete mars the view and there are no cars or motorcycles. I'm sitting at a bar on the harbour front, listening to a string quintet play Schubert, watching the world and his wife walk by. At last I've found a reliable internet source and can attempt to publish a blog post. I've managed to read all my favourite blogs but I don't think any of my comments have got though. The internet sees fit to kick the user off after a few minutes. Before I lose the connection again, I'll add a few photographs.