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My life here in Taxos would be a dream for most people caught up in the rat-race. Although city-loving Henrik looked ultra relaxed and as self-assured as ever. He’d shaken hands with many of the villagers, recalling most of their names, and charmed the shawls off the local women, be they aged nineteen or ninety.
    Niko explained the challenges of fishing during the winter, and was just about to move onto sponge-diving when Henrik cut in.
    ‘Good on you, mate, for making the most of difficult circumstances. Hopefully next winter life will be easier.’
    ‘It’s great that work is progressing on the Marine Museum,’ I said and gave Niko a small smile. Under the table my fingers intertwined with his.
    Henrik drained his wine glass and sat more upright. ‘Agreed. I think it was clever of us, back in the summer, to decide sealife was the theme that might attract visitors to this village – the fact that Caretta Cove used to be a nesting site for the endangered loggerhead turtle certainly makes it special.’
    Niko shrugged. ‘Yes, the end-of-season tourists loved Demetrios’ pottery sea animals and Pandora’s iced sponge turtles. Things could start to take off next year. We keep our fingers crossed that holidaymakers keep coming here.’
    ‘Georgios has incorporated seabirds into the bird walks he organised,’ I added.
    ‘Plus Cosmo planned his cycle tours near the cliffs, where the gulls and shags live.’
    ‘Shags?’ Henrik glanced at me and we both chuckled. Niko’s brow furrowed.
    ‘Oh, it’s nothing, Niko…’ I grinned and rolled my eyes. ‘Just me and Henrik being childish.’
    Niko fiddled with the cuff of one of his sleeves.
    ‘Talking of preserving the future of the turtles, I’ve learnt a little more about these animals lately,’ said Henrik, and leant back with his hands behind his head. ‘As you know, they migrate to North Africa over the winter. Part of the problem is that when they head back here to nest, tourists have invaded their beaches.’
    I forced my jaw not to drop open. Since when was Henrik so interested in conservation?
    ‘Down on the south of the island a protection plan seems to be working,’ he said. ‘It involves encouraging the turtles to return. Caretta Cove used to popular with them, so there is every chance they’ve been trying to establish themselves here again.’
    ‘Wouldn’t surprise me,’ said Niko. ‘A couple of fishermen swore they spotted a few earlier this year.’
    Henrik tipped back his chair. ‘Down in the south a volunteer patrol team has been set up. Locals and tourists need to be off the beach late afternoon so that it is clear at night for the turtles. There’s also an information bureau. Visitors can find out more about the species and pick up leaflets encouraging them to adopt one of these animals. I have to say, I was impressed by the locals’ innovation.’
    ‘Perhaps the Marine Museum might instigate such a project?’ I said.
    Henrik pulled a face. ‘Perhaps – although the turtles’ cause might be lost there, amongst all the other information about blue sharks and seals.’
    And so he went on, talking about endangered species of fish and how some councils were looking into protecting the coral reefs that had been partially ruined by tourist sightseeing.
    Wow. Henrik really seemed to care. What had happened to him in the last few months?
    ‘I didn’t think you were a wildlife lover?’ I said to him, as Niko left to make coffee.
    Henrik yawned and leant forward. ‘People change, Pippa – even me. My time in Taxos last August…for the first time I appreciated your interest in the natural world. I’ve kept your tropical fish tank, you know. Dare I say, the little fellas are thriving. I even enjoy cleaning them out.’
    I snorted. ‘You? Dip your hands into algae-ridden water? And what’s all this “little fellas?” You used to call them smelly bastards!’ We both laughed. Then he gave me a strange look.
    ‘What?’
    ‘It’s