Saturday, 8 December 2012

Busy bee ...

Up early this morning, the weather reports are not brilliant for the next few days ...

Lovely early visit to the spring at Taxiacharis, before dawn the lights at Glossa and Loutraki were very clear - almost twinkling like Christmas lights. Said hello to the church cats, well they did to me, thinking that I was the bearer of gifts - food ...

On the way back along the Paralia, dawn was just breaking, a pink hue to the south of the Pounta. A sign that the sun is now rising to the south of Skopelos, over the sea.

Second coffee of the day, back at base camp, and then a trip down to the Ferry port before 8am to meet a friend en-route to the mainland for supplies. Whats more it was an expedition to IKEA, so very kindly agreed to pick up some lamps and an extension lead on promise of Tsipouro ...

The sun was now up, here is this mornings sunrise ...



Then after watching a few people boarding the Flying Cat, One passenger clutching my shopping list. I am advised the locals are boycotting the Flying Cat - Its called a 'White strike' - to try and get the fares reduced. Not a bad idea, but one doomed to failure, after all it runs on Kerosene (Jet Fuel) 

Heating oil is €1.41 a litre here at the moment. One friend said, he uses three litres an hour heating his flat - So it does not take much working out why its currently €75 return, to Volos on FC6.

 So it was time to return via the bakery in Papadamatis street, to home, and my favourite job.

Cleaning the chimney ...

Burning some soft wood - Mulberry creates a different kind of ash and soot. A medium heavy bag deposited into the bin, from a range of around five metres, underarm and no cats exiting from within - It had just been emptied.

Its got progressively windier during the day, as my cross town travels have noted, and a comment that I was now returning to my 'U-Boat captain look' of last winter, roll neck jumper, coat, boots and the faded cap.

For some reason late afternoon is a mystery, and I awoke cold - Hence tonight the winter rugs have been laid, to keep the chill off the floor at a minimum. The mighty woodburner is roaring, as you would expect after its service an MOT this morning

Perhaps a glass of FIX dark and a warm by the fire and a film, behind closed shutters, and the late news 'just in' that it is tipping it down in Volos, as is my friend enjoying a tsipouro, shuttered against the wind ...






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