A land of scurrying lizards and the silent hawks who hunt them. Of thrumming bees and butterflies over the heavy-scented herbs. Our taxi driver has about 100 hives, he says. He hopes for 30kg of honey from each, flavoured with wild lavender in early summer, wild thyme later in the year
We first came to Serifos, in the Cyclades, 30 years ago with Ina, Henri’s mother, who recently died. We are here for healing sun and sea, for a fond goodbye and to see the island in flower.
