A special and sacred space on a small peninsula of the mainland and our first stop in the boat. This is the Temple of Poseidon. In Greek Mythology this is where King Aegeus stood waiting for his son Theseas to return from killing the Minotaur in Crete. Of course we know he killed the beast but forgot to change his sails from black to white which would have indicated to his father that his mission was successful. So his father saw his fleet coming in with the black sails and in his desperation thinking he had lost his son, threw himself into the sea. Hence the name Aegean Sea.
Our trip to the marvellous marble columns was brought alive by some great chicks. Yes, you might be getting excited... so here they are. Seventeen in total belonging to this fine partridge which was the happy mum or dad, not sure which, seemingly well fed and enjoying her command over the whole sight. Great place to raise a clutch of chicks.
The temple which dates back to 440 BC was strategically important for Greece and its seafaring population. On one of the stones the name of Lord Byron appears, though it is not known whether he inscribed it himself. His poetry talks of Sounion.
Poseidon was kind to us and the sea lulled us to a gentle sleep after a fish feast on the bay.