The flames came faster, hotter, higher than anyone expected.
By the time Graham sent out the emergency WhatsApp alert, the sky above Avdimou was the colour of blood. Ash was falling like snow.
“Everyone else in the area was long gone – they’d packed their cars and escaped down to the coast. But I was stuck; I couldn’t just leave. It wasn’t just me. It was the dogs…”
Graham Shackleton
