All of these castles have such an interesting history of different cultures kicking out the previous occupants, adding their own bits and bobs, then getting kicked out by the next lot and so on.
We arrived at Methoni still feeling somewhat windswept by the gale that had hammered us the night before and throughout the morning in Pylos. Fortunately, Methoni faces more to the south and was spared the full force, so things felt a lot calmer here.
The wind was so strong that it was hard to stand up and a particularly strong gust whipped Ruth’s ‘All Blacks” woollen beanie off her head and towards the cliff edge. Reluctantly we let the wind take it away rather than risk getting any closer to the drop off. The good news is that we searched for it the next day and found it huddled in close to the cliff.