The Summer Amy: Corfu Town

I woke early. One of those intuitions I was told one develops out of paranoia. It comes with the subtlest of changes in the boats movement and once you wake, there is no point in lying there hoping it will go away and everything will be just fine. The paranoia will just build so nothing for it but to get up and see what it was.
There had been a change in the direction of the air flow. It could hardly be called wind but it was just enough to move all the anchored boats towards their anchors... and each other!
I woke Sal after considering what would be more consequential. Wrath or boating disaster.?
We weighed anchor and motored on a beautiful morning, south to Mandraki harbour.
This is officially the Corfu Yacht Club. It is situated at the foot of a huge 17th century Phoenician fort. Power, water, strong wifi and showers! Woooohoooo! Amazing how much we take these things for granted.
We picked out a nice spot, noted that there was not enough room to anchor and that there were slime lines.. Just as we positioned to reverse onto the wall the harbour master came out and directed us across the harbour to the far wall. We pirouetted and began reversing to that wall. He had to walk all the way around so keeping the boat positioned in the conditions was a new experience.
Once he reached the point he wanted us to moor we began reversing. Just as we were almost in place he noticed a fixed chain stretching out into our way so out we went, slight adjustment and back in again. "Hold on, big rock in the way". Back out again, slight adjustment and back in again. This time we were sorted, he reached down and picked up the slime line for Sally to reach for with the boat hook and in so doing, he pulled the line straight into the revolving starboard prop!
Ok.... Another new experience. Sal threw him a line to hold us roughly in place while yours truly put the engines in idle, pulled on some skins, goggles, snorkel and knife in hand and plunged into the still wintery waters of the Ionian Sea.
Fortunately there was no need to cut. The line had wrapped neatly and loosely enough for me to
simply unwind it and I found that the water really wasn't at bad at all.
We finely got properly settled, bikes down, kids off and once I got to know the 'harbour master' he turned out to be his very inexperienced assistant who's role it was to spare the actual harbour master from getting to work until 3:00 in the afternoon.
Due to surges caused by frequent passing ferries we had to tie up allowing a good distance from the wall. A very long, very skinny, very bouncy plank was provided for us to reach the wall from our boat. Mummy Sal did not appreciate this, much to the mirth of two little munchkins.
To reach Corfu Town itself, we got to walk up into the fort, through the western gates, over the moat and into the very heart of old Corfu town. Very cool.