'Sorry. All gone. Come early tomorrow.'
Kenneth smiled and nodded. He watched the fisherman spreading his nets, checking them for tears that would need repairs before venturing out again. This time the fisherman was lucky. None were needed.
Kenneth walked on, leaving the fisherman to dry his nets in the sun and wash down the boat. He realised that, although he had been on the island three months, he had never gone beyond these boatyards. He followed the curve of the road to where it straightened to the lighthouse. On his right, slightly elevated, was a row of houses each individually designed. He noticed a lady on a balcony and raised his Panama in greeting. A slender arm was raised in acknowledgement.
There were more boatyards on the left. Men working but no sight of Vasilis. Kenneth n
