As a firm favourite of British tourists throughout the decades, it’s unsurprising my personal experiences of Crete, the largest of the Greek islands, are ample. Starting with the classic 90’s staple, the all-inclusive package, as favoured by my exhausted parents burdened with two children, and complete with non-negotiable ‘Agadoo’ at the Wednesday night children’s disco – through to the bargain basics self-catering villa rentals of my university years, woeful 2 star rated barren spaces, perfect for screeching slightly sunburnt girls sharing brightly coloured alcho-pops and endless packets of crisps.