We live in the Outer Mani in Peloponnese, on
the middle finger of the three that thrust south into the
Mediterranean towards Crete. It is an area of extraordinary
beauty. Majestic mountains, dotted with remote villages,
sweep down through olives groves to a crystal-clear sea.
There is no industry and you can drive towards
the north or the south through an unspoiled landscape with
old stone-built villages, goats and sheep grazing beneath the
olive trees and dramatic views in every direction.
Underground streams of fresh water pour into
the sea from the mountains, thousands of gallons every day
all year round. The Messinian peninsula to the west protects
the rugged coastline and beaches from the tar, plastic bags
and bottles and other garbage one so often finds elsewhere
on Mediterranean beaches, such as those in the Adriatic further
west.