Without doubt, Skyros is the odd man out in the Sporades. Set adrift from Skiathos, Skopelos & Alonissos (transport links with these islands are non existent) much of its landscape and architecture is more in keeping with the Cyclades than its nearest neighbours.
Hilltop Skyros Town is strikingly attractive. An apt description may be “a severely sloping Mykonos Town as it was maybe 30 years ago”. A maze of narrow alleyways leads not to a harbour but to a main thoroughfare at best 20 feet wide that in places would test the hardiest mountain goat. Great tavernas are mixed in with the usual mini-markets and other small shops. More steps lead to the hilltop church where one can experience wonderful views over the rooftops of Skyros Town and beyond.
Skyros is blessed with magnificent beaches. A 15 minute walk down the hill from Skyros Town and you are on the fine sands of Magazia where the pace of life is even slower than Skyros Town. A few tavernas and shops for basic provisions are the extent of development here and the beach never seems to get crowded!
The island divides sharply in two. The north is green and wooded, with pine running down towards the coast and most of the farmland; the south is bare rock, largely roadless, and given over to goats and to the small horses the island is known for. The road that crosses between them is the whole of the transport network, and the airport sits at the northern end.
Skyros also keeps a carnival that has nothing to do with tourism. In the weeks before Lent, men dress as the Old Man in a goat-hair cloak hung with dozens of sheep bells, and the noise of it carries across the town for days. It is one of the older surviving festivals in Greece and it happens whether or not anyone has come to watch.