A New Bucket List

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Our holiday to Kefalonia last week suited us so well that Mister E and I have today added another item to the bucket list: visit every Greek island!

A little ambitious maybe as it turns out that there are over 2,000 of them of which and to date I have only visited 10! Still it's good to have a challenge.


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