They said a place in Greece called Tolon was the answer. They said that, perched on a sandy fringe of the North-Eastern Peloponnese, we’d find our turquoise sea and sunshine – and ancient ruins and restaurants and rolling hills, too.
They said that Tolon had something to please each and every member of the Allen family. It didn’t seem likely.
But what do you do with three young children – all screamers – a rapidly ageing explorer and, if I’m honest, a slightly desperate wife? ‘It ticks all the boxes,’ I reassured Lenka.