Midway between Thessaloniki and Athens, the Pelion peninsula is like some other, lusher country tagged on to the Greek mainland. Its backbone is a mountainous ridge of forested peaks, speckled with silvery slate roofs. On either side, translucent coves have been carved out of the cliffs. The southern tip of the peninsula curls into a glassy gulf, the shallow bays a calm counterpoint to the cliff-hanger villages of the northern heights.
This road trip around the Pelion took me to places I’d never been before. It was a very special trip for me because my driver – a very recently acquired boyfriend – became the father of my child. I didn’t meet the photographer, Jenny Zarins, for a decade – but the moment I did, I knew she would be a friend for life.