Escape To Skala: Our Week On Kefalonia

Kalispera! We're back from beautiful Kefalonia, one of the Ionian islands on Greece's west coast, somewhere I'd longed to visit ever since reading Captain Corelli's Mandolin in 1994.

Our home for the week was the village of Skala, on the south of the island. It was built in 1956 to replace the original village which was destroyed by the devastating Ionian earthquake of 1953. The name Skala originates from the Greek word for stairs, so-named as the original village was built on the cliffs to keep it safe from pirate attacks and appeared to ascend as if on stairs. 

Up until the onset of tourism in the late 20th century, Skala was a farming community and most of the 850 residents still have fields and smallholdings where they grow vegetables, olives, lemons, walnuts, oranges, almonds and figs. 

Herds of goats, sheep and cows freely roam the surrounding hillsides and colourful beehives are dotted around the hillsides producing Kefalonia's famous thyme scented honey. The area is also known for its excellent wine producing vineyards.

As you know, we can't bear those bland, purpose-built resorts painted in every shade of fashionable grey preferring something with a bit of character that reflects the country we're visiting. Despite Skala being one of the most popular destinations for holiday makers on the island, we arrived on one of the first international flights of the season so the Greek inhabitants far outnumbered the tourists. There were only a handful of tavernas and bars open and the beach sunbeds & umbrellas were still chained up (although, by the time we left they were all out and ready for the onslaught).

If you've never visited Greece in the springtime then you really should. The roses & geraniums are blooming madly, the trees are laden with oranges and lemons and the fields awash with wildflowers and blood red poppies. Most days the temperatures crept up to around 26°C and there was only one evening when we needed a jacket. 

I was hoping I'd get to wear my co-ord and I did! It was warm enough to wear it three times while we were away and it got lots of love from several Greek women who told me that they loved my unique style. The eagle-eyed amongst you might notice that I didn't pack these ridiculously oversized Hermes sunglasses when I'd shared the contents of my cabin bag, I bought them when I was there when I was there (wait till you see the other pair, they make these look quite restrained.)

Just like in our garden, the hotel tortoises were out of hibernation!

Skala had a huge cat population, you'll find them in bars, restaurants, on the beach and even wandering up and down the aisles in the minimarket.

This is where you'd find us most days...the photos I took on my phone marked them as having been taken on the neighbouring island of Zakynthos (the land mass you can see in the distance). The water temperature in May is around 18°C, chilly when you wade in but once in it's absolutely magical. I loved swimming to that rock you can see in the distance, scrambling up it and waving at Jon.

Skala's beach has been awarded with the Blue Flag for its cleanliness and water quality. What's the water like? I asked one of the locals. Only crazy people go in the sea at this time of year, he told me. I swam twice a day, every day...says it all, really! Jon hates cold water but put his big boy pants on and "enjoyed" a fifteen minute swim on his last day.

It wasn't until I'd booked our trip that I'd realised that our visit coincided with Orthodox Easter, a massively important event to Greek Christians. On Good Friday we followed the procession of the Epitafios from the village church. 

On Holy Saturday we watched as pots were flung from the church tower. It's a tradition that dates back to Ancient Greece where the Ancient Greeks would throw out their old clay planters and plant seeds in new pots to mark the arrival of Spring. 

And on Easter Sunday, families gathered on long tables in the tavernas and feasted on spit roasted lambs, cooked on open fires in the village square.

The Church of St George was built in 1812 and was a 4km walk from our accommodation. Are we the only ones who, when we pass long grass like this, we always trail our hands through it and hum the theme to Gladiator?

This Doric temple, dedicated to the Greek god Apollo, dates from the 6th century BC – early 4th  century BC (Archaic period) and was discovered by archeologist Spyridon Marinatos who excavated the site in 1960, it is unique on Kefalonia as it is the only site found from this period. I can't tell you how much of a thrill I get from placing my hands on those ancient columns we encounter on our travels around Greece.  If only they could talk.....

We continued our walk, passing through landscapes untouched for centuries.

Eventually reaching Limenia Beach on the outskirts of Poros, 10km from our starting point. With no buses (Kefalonia's bus service is notoriously poor) and utterly famished, we stuck out our thumbs and hitched a lift back to Skala with a kind German couple who'd decided that we weren't a pair of psychopaths. 

Closer to home, on the edge of Skala village and on the track down to the beach lies the remains of a rural Roman Villa believed to be constructed during the 2nd or 3rd century AD for a prosperous Roman and is the most important site of Roman origin in Kefalonia.

The ruins of six spaces have been revealed, including the courtyard, and on the floor some incredibly beautiful mosaics. One of them depicts a man who is about to sacrifice a bull on an altar. It is thought that the villa was destroyed by fire centuries ago and in early Christian times, a church was constructed on top of the remains. The owner of the land accidentally discovered the existence of the villa, and subsequently, excavations began in 1957.

Admission to the villa (including a useful leaflet) is just €3 but opening hours are quite erratic so check first if you're travelling from elsewhere on the island. 

Thanks for reading, part 2 coming up very soon!

Apologies for not answering your messages on my Winterbourne post and for being so behind on blog visits. Wandering around Kefalonia has reignited my love of gardening (and for being outside all day) and I've done little else since I got home. I promise to catch up this week.