One morning we sat in the taverna enjoying our coffee and I suddenly thought how silent it was. The sun, the sea, the mountains. There seemed to be total silence. And then I listened. There was the noise of the cooks working in the kitchen, a fan whirring in the background. Somewhere there was the sound of a motorbike making its way along the coast road, a fishing boat was chug-chugging into the harbour, and although I initially thought there was no birdsong, when I really listened, it was there. Of course, there were seagulls squawking in the background, people talking. But it was all so peaceful and gentle.
