I’ve got a torch, but I’m glad the two bridges on the path in front of me are lit. It’s too dark to see how plungingly deep are the chasms I’m crossing. Above me, a looming mass of rock blacks out the pre-dawn sky and the distant lights of Kastraki. Once over the bridges, I’m onto the rocky outcrop on which Roussanou monastery sits, its bell, chiming for the 7am service, echoing off the towering precipices around me.
The nunnery of Roussanou is one of six surviving monasteries of Meteora, perched atop rocky pinnacles in central Greece. Inside the church a handful of nuns in black and a bearded ...
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