In August 1999 Kas and me spent a week in Crete – our first ever “proper” summer holiday together.
It was warm and sunny and very picturesque.
Oh, and while we were there, I made a very drunken proposal of marriage to Kas whilst sitting at a quayside cafe in Rethymno one night. She said yes.
I’d been previously (in about 1987, I think) on a quick holiday in between finishing university and starting work, but that time I’d just gone bus bus and boat to the bottom end. This time we took the “proper” option of getting dropped off at the top and walking down to the sea (about 15km). We got overtaken by an emergency donkey at one point, which was slightly embarrassing.