Modern family: Greece with grown-up kids

A decade after a first household vacation in Greece, Martin Love heads to Paxos and determines it wonderfully unchanged

The five of us stretched out on yoga mats with our toes pointing towards the sea. Above us the breeze stirred the foliages of the ancient olive trees. Emai ed , intoned Sophie. In Greek that entails, I am here. She continued in her gentle voice. I am here in Paxos. I have arrived. I have moored on this rock surrounded by sea

Sophie was training to be a mindfulness educator. When we lay down Id have bet my favourite Speedos that marriage soon be in fits of laugh, but not one of us so much as sniggered. We lay in still, neat rows, like sardines, as her soothing terms washed over us. After a while, Sophie brought us up from the depths. I hope you are now at one with this island, she said. Wed been on Paxos for less than half a day yet I had the giddy sensation I might just chuck it all in and stay here forever.

Paxos map .

Thats what happened to Sophie. She has now been here for 30 years, moored in Paxos. Back then, she said, “theres only” one road and just three vehicles. There dont seem to be many more than that now. Aside from being a mindfulness educator she is also the owner of Villa Zoe, the house we were staying in. It sits on a cliff overlooking the sea and was built by a captain more than 200 years ago. Today its all wooden shutters, high ceilings and shady terraces, with plenty of quirky features, like an outdoor kitchen and an open-air rain. Its greatest asset, however, is the astounding opinion an immense sweep of ocean and sky. I must have spent half our week gazing towards the glittering horizon.

Greece holds a special place in the list of our favourite household holidays. More than 10 years ago we ran there on our first proper trip. We rented a house in Lefkada with a cool pond and drove around in a knackered old automobile. The children were 12, 10 and five. Every night we dined in a different taverna. With burnt shoulders and rinsed hair, marriage sit at pretty tables, ordering grown-up food and then, when the children didnt like it, feed it to the stray cats. And here we were again a decade later, with the kids on the cusp of adulthood and almost off our hands. Wed bookended their childhood with vacations in Greece. Would this be the last time it would be merely the five of us? Their boyfriends and girlfriends are waiting in the wings.

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The indoor kitchen at Villa Zoe

But what a bookend Paxos is. Its a craggy idyll garlanded with the bluest water youve ever seen. After much discussion we decided it was the exact aquamarine tint of Listerine. Its the smallest of the 7 Ionian islands, 10 km long and 4km broad. You cant fly there, you catch a ferry from Corfu, which takes about an hour. Its this last hop which has preserved Paxos from the excesses of mass tourism and, despite a few flash new villa erupting down its eastern flank, you get a sense that not much has changed in years, probably even decades.

To say the pace is unhurried would be an exaggeration even a gang of lethargic sloths would get fidgety here. But you soon adapt to the relaxed starts, long lunches and afternoon snoozes. Whats the rushing, anyway? Other than the dazzling blue sea, the first thing that strikes you about the island are the olive trees. They are everywhere. The Venetians first planted them in the 13 th century as information sources of lamp oil, and now the trees encompass 80% of the island. At the last count there were an estimated 250,000 thats about 100 trees for every member of the population.

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The villas terrace

Most people live in one of three small towns. Gaios is the capital a hilarious notion considering you can walk from one side of it to the other in five minutes. It unfurls itself along a natural anchorage with two tiny islands guarding the entrance, each with its own church. We strolled the length of the quay, ogled the posh yachts and ate ice creams( a fantastic peanut-butter flavour for one child and a disastrous lemon and chocolate combo for me ). If you are into people watching this is the place to be. My daughter maintained telling me to stop staring. The other two towns are Lakka, built around a horseshoe cove on the islands northern tip, and Loggos the smallest and, everyone agreed, prettiest. All three have quays bustling with traditional tavernas.

The townships are on the sheltered eastern side of the island. Villa Zoe, where we stayed, was on the more rugged west, near a beach called Erimitis. After our mindfulness conference, the thing at the front of our minds was to have a first swimming. There is little sand on Paxos most beaches are made up of sun-bleached pebbles and the effects, combined with the milky-blue water, is like swimming in a huge aquarium. We dived into the waves as the sunlight turned the cathedral-like cliffs of Erimitis a delicate pink. We bobbed about in the clear sea, marvelling that wed flown out of Gatwick that morning.

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Cocktail hour Martin and daughter Liberty at Bens Bar. Photograph: Martin Love

The best route to take in Paxos is to hire your own speedboat. All three township harbours offer barges, which expense from 35( 30) for the working day( plus petrol ). It takes about 90 minutes to blast round the island, but youll definitely wishes to take all day as there are so many coves, cliffs and beaches to explore. We bought a barbecue from the bakery in Loggos, packed sun hats and goggles and headed out. The children took turnings at the wheel, carving white wakes across the azure surface. We nudged the barge into a huge cave, scared ourselves by swimming through a dark bumpy cleft, and finally anchored in our own cove for lunch. It was a perfect day despite the fact ice leaked over the spanakopita and we had to dry the soggy spinach pie on the deck before we could eat it.

Also be sure to head to Antipaxos, a smaller and even more idyllic island a mile south of Paxos. Its home to a few sheep, and two of the most beautiful beaches this side of the Caribbean Vrika and Voutoumi. Its also quite funny to say: Actually, Im quite Anti Paxos!

Everyone you satisfy on Paxos asks which is your favourite beach as if your choice will give them some vital clue to your personality. There are dozens to choose from. For us it was a toss up between Mamari, which is lined by olive trees, and the stunning half-crescent of Kipiadi.

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