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'This town proved to me that, no matter how dark the night, the sun will always rise again'

Roslyn Dee celebrates the tiny coastal town in Crete that helped her overcome grief, and find contentment in travelling alone

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Family affair: Roslyn with her son Nick in Paleochora in 1992

Family affair: Roslyn with her son Nick in Paleochora in 1992

The streets of Paleochroa

The streets of Paleochroa

The Cretan Runner

The Cretan Runner

The Island

The Island

Zorba the Greek

Zorba the Greek

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Family affair: Roslyn with her son Nick in Paleochora in 1992

All I have to do is close my eyes and I'm there again. Back in the little town I first happened upon almost 40 years ago.

In my mind's eye, this town is always the same: it's early on a sunlit, blue-skied morning and I'm standing near the quayside where the boat from Agia Roumeli pulls in every evening. I lift my head and look across to where the craggy mountains stretch skywards towards the blue.

Shading my eyes against the morning sun, I stand there motionless for a few moments, gazing into the distance across the Libyan Sea. It's a vista that never changes, its beauty never failing to overwhelm me.