After a while we spot a metal tag on one of these tripods stating that it is the property of the local Marine Conservationists. Whitewashed stones are marked with dates that eggs have been laid and another date in red when they hatched. We had just missed the tail ending of the baby turtles heading seawards by about a week, the rafia fences being set up to stop them straying on the way.

It gets windier and the clouds break up a bit, just in time for us to stop for lunch at a little taverna called Poppy's, but we're not sure where we are up the coast. The Stuffed Tomatoes and Pastichio is very welcome after all that fresh air. Unfortunately for us the cloud appears to be heading West, which is where we are off to tomorrow. We buy a plastic bottle of cheap local wine, make a Greek salad and have an early night as the bus leaves at 7:55 in the morning. While we're watching the bats and eating our salad a firework display breaks out, which we assume is connected to the mad wedding party that passed us twice earlier driving in a convoy all horns blazing.