Michaelis laid the table cloth and the order, was on the tip of my tongue. "Calamari, and Krassi Aspro Parakolo" ...
The sun was strong, even though its winter here, and you have to resist not taking off layers when the locals are walking by in overcoats. So seated in long shirtsleeves and a slight sweat around the temple, fighting off the glare off the water - it was a quick lunch, not the lazy one of a year ago.
A friendly banter across the tables, suggesting junior needed to wear a hat. After it had been tried on at all angles, and dismissed in all directions - it was agreed by all that Junior did not want a hat, and was seated in the shadiest part of the table.
Distant Evia had snow half way down the mountains, but the breeze from the south was warm.
What was warmer was someones hands on the back of my neck.
Lynn was ferreting around my collar. looking for a label. Then she decided it was a 'Marks and Spencer' shirt as 'Its 100% Cotton' and she wanted one for Mike. I shook my head and still in shock finally told her it was a 'House of Fraser'
After a few years on the rock, a red shirt draws attention. Red is the colour of my youth, as my cousin pointed out recently. Every photo i have as a young child i am wearing something red.
The Calamari was red too, and it was sublime, as i started to get a little red too ...