We abbreviated the name of the beach at Agios Andreas to Ag And because saying it in full took too much energy.

Agios Andreas is a small beachside town at the bottom of the hill from Logga. It has a tiny fishing harbour, with brightly coloured boats and the occasional small yacht. Behind the harbour is a row of restaurants, all pretty good, most of them also offering rooms.

The beach is to the right of the harbour as you look at the sea. We visited in May last year and it was covered in seaweed. Now in June, the beach had around 20 umbrellas with a pair of beach chairs for each one. No seaweed in sight.

You pay a minimum of 7 euros for the drinks and the beach umbrella and chairs come free. It is a bit like a corking fee and far cheaper than down the coast at Peroulia beach, where the sign says 10 euros per chair and that seems to be without refreshment.

After the initial mistake of ordering a frappé, which was unimpressive, we got into the daily habit of drinking freshly squeezed orange juice which I topped up with cold mineral water. Then a swim, or  in an extreme case, two or three dips, before heading on from a meal with Greek salad and tsatsiki as a starter. A hard life.

In fact, with the heatwave, the beach was a godsend both in the morning and in the early evening, which is when most of the local Greeks visit (they may also take a dip in the early morning but we would usually wake up too late to verify this).

We had the same beach attendant every day but one, and even on his day off, we bumped into him in town and he greeted us in a friendly way. We didn’t register his name, but always friendly and with a benign smile!

I particularly enjoyed the shower and changing facilities just along from the bar, or μπαρ in Greek.

If it had recently been in use, the shower or Dous dowsed you in pleasantly cold water; if it had not been used for a while, you had a wonderful hot shower for about 20 seconds before the cold came through.

Then into the wooden cubicle alongside, no roof so towel and pants slung over the side to keep dry, and lifting the rickety wooden door over the step to close it and preserve modesty while changing.

Simple, no frills but effective. Somehow it seemed a bit like a microcosm of the whole area.

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