Leaving the Dardanelles gave us quite a farewell from Turkey. As we rounded the southern point of the Gallipoli Peninsula the north-easterly wind met the strong current and produced a very confused sea. Malua was thrown about until we had two reefs in the main and the genoa partly furled. Once settled, we reached towards Greece at around nine knots and occasionally touched eleven.

Limnos

Limnos was our port of entry into Greece. We first anchored in Ormos Moudhrou, the great bay used by the Allied fleet before the Gallipoli landings. We visited the Commonwealth War Cemetery at the end of Anzac Road — a quiet and rather desolate place, and very different from the huge concentration of ships and men that had once gathered here.

At Mirina a fisherman came out before sunset to warn us of an approaching storm. We took his advice, laid out 70 metres of chain and went stern-to the wharf. Around eleven that night the north-westerly arrived with gusts over 30 knots. By morning it had gone. After provisioning — including a substantial quantity of the local wine — we set off at dawn for Halkidiki.