Lefkáda is one of the few Greek islands you can drive to — a short causeway links it to the mainland, and its west coast cliffs are among the most photographed in the Ionian. Sail around the south end and you get the same white rock and turquoise water, but with nobody in the frame but you.

The Saronic Gulf is the Athens sailor’s best-kept secret — Aegina, Poros, Hydra and Spetses sit within a day’s run of the city, and Hydra bans cars entirely. You anchor in the harbour, listen to nothing but donkeys and water, and wonder why anyone drives anywhere.

Greek sailors will tell you the real secret is the meltemi — the summer wind that builds in the afternoon, gives you four hours of perfect sailing, then softens at sunset. Plan your hops around it and you look like a genius. Ignore it and you will remember it forever.

A catamaran this size does not heel, does not roll and does not rush. Your morning coffee stays in the cup, your guests stay in a good mood, and the skipper gets to look like the calmest person in the Aegean.

Solar panels are not just about being green — they are about being quiet. No generator means you hear the anchor chain settle, the water against the hull and the wind in the rigging. That is the sound of a Greek week done properly.