Lazing on the sands on Otzias beach, a horseshoe-shaped bay on the tiny Greek island of Kea, I was a little confused.
It was Sunday afternoon and the beach was empty; not another towel to be seen. Only when we strolled the short distance through the silent village to Anna's, a taverna that had been recommended to us, did things become clear.
There, almost every table was taken, filled with Greek families diving into platters of fresh fish and salad - talking, gesticulating and smoking between mouthfuls. Directed to a small table for two, my friend Sara and I realised gleefully that we were the only English people in the place.
When we thought about it, however, we decided we were probably the only English people on the whole island.
