And envisioning sitting behind him on a scooter, my legs straddling him, my arms wrapped around his waist, I said, ‘Okay,’ and then followed it up with a slightly too enthusiastic ‘Thanks!’ A niggling thought about keeping things platonic raised its head. I shushed it.

The ‘who’s riding with who’ thing settled, we donned our helmets, climbed onto our respective scooters, and followed Duncan and Gerry out of the town and up into the hills. It was getting late in the day, but Duncan wanted to take us to a vantage point where we could look out over the town and the marina.

We pulled off the road and took in the view. Like Santorini and Ios, Naxos was magnificent, especially with the sun low in the sky, streaking the rugged landscape with broad strokes of pink and orange. Unlike the previous islands, however, Naxos tugged at my heartstrings a little. It felt almost like a homecoming.

‘Tomorrow we’ll head out after brekkie and explore the whole island. There are lots of ruins, and nice little towns to see. We’ll get lunch in one of ’em – I know a great place. You’ll love it.’

We got back on our scooters – I placed my hands as chastely as possible on Josh’s waist – and headed back to the marina. As we were keeping the scooters overnight, we lined them up next to our boat. Duncan grabbed a heavy chain from the boat, ran it around all the scooters, and padlocked them together; he’d clearly done this before.

I suddenly realised how hungry I was. ‘Duncan! What’re we doing for dinner tonight?’ Duncan hadn’t led us astray yet when it came to food. We were welcomed everywhere we went – he seemed to know everyone on the islands – and the food was always excellent. Fresh, tasty, authentic and delicious. I was in foodie heaven. He proved himself again that night when we settled in at a waterfront café for pizzas, sans Patricia of course.

Although it was a departure from the traditional Greek fare we’d been enjoying, the café didn’t disappoint. I devoured a whole pizza to myself – without any self-consciousness and without any remorse. I thought about it briefly afterwards, realising how freeing it was not to berate myself over something I ate, or to calculate it in terms of how much cardio I would have to do to negate it. I hadn’t thought about calories or working out in days. It felt good.

After dinner, there was some discussion about what to do next. Most of the others wanted to go to a bar Duncan had mentioned, but I was keen to get back to the boat. I’d slept better the night before than I had for days, thanks to Hannah’s sleeping pills, but I was still catching up, and I wanted a chilled-out evening. ‘I’m going to head back,’ I said to the group.