Sunday, 28 April 2013

Can you feel the heat ...

Its the last few days before tourism thunders up the runway ...

We made it on to the beach around 1pm. Walking past tavernas and beachside cafes making last minute preparations to open. Beautiful spring flowers, Geraniums and Marguarite's everywhere.

Some trees were still in blossom, even the lemon tree, that I gave a shake to, had new flowers, and an early sign of next years crop for me to harvest ...

The sand was really hot under my bare feet, and it hurt, you soon danced down to the damp line, to cool the feet. Now we know the reason why it was 28 degrees  ...

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We wandered along the beach past four children playing. Two 'Mermaids' enjoying the sun and that was it, we had almost the whole expanse of the beach to ourselves.

Actually we were not the only busy bees, on the beach ...



Somewhat further friends were in the shade, with their children. Junior spotted her best friend and ran off to meet with a big hug. Seeing two children embrace as friends after a 100 metre run, almost brought a tear to the eye.

Children here hug and embrace each other from an early age. Its not frowned upon, life at a tender age is to be enjoyed. Before long they were all in the water, Boys and Girls and stayed there for a number of hours. Parents in the shade, keeping a watch from just a few metres away.


I looked up and down this virgin beach, waves gently lapping at the sand. In a few weeks it will be invisible. Covered in sunbeds, and families and couples enjoying the sun. I have to say it was absolutely stunning, Its such a shame the tourists never see it like this, or enjoy the island in its raw beauty.

I had a walk, I found a Judas tree humming with bumble bees, as they overdosed on its fragrance and enjoyed its nectar.

One for my friend Sifnos Man, who I am delighted to read is now back on Sifnos, after the cold winter in the UK. He is enjoying his Hellenic spring, and the run up to Pasca, do read about his lovely life here ...

Callistemon ...
Sadly its not mine, but I do love the colours, so vibrant in the April sunlight. Once again the bees were enjoying its nectar, as much as me the visual spectacle.

Back on the beach,  I was trying hard to explain why seawater, lovingly carried up from the Aegean, to my freshly dug hole, drained away before the tender ones eyes. The other parents, mainly school teachers, were discusing books, authors, novels and the Booker prize. 

No help there, so I told the little ones that the beach, has a hole in it to top up the sea behind them. To cries of top up the sea, they returned for more supplies ...


I focused on the distance and the new paint job on Flying Cat 5. This spring its transformed from the lovely Red with its Vodafone logo, to white and pink, to green and pink. It has now though metamorphosis, turned not from a caterpillar to a butterfly, but an ugly green Cosmote flying cat. They will regret that colour on stormy days ...

The waves came in from the wake of the flying cat, disturbing the peace and tranquillity of the beach. Sending toys flying and children running from the water.


However offshore the bay swimmer, continued without even noticing they had passed by.

Another bay swimmer came into view. I watched as a Jellyfish floated by, they spawn here at this time of the year then expire on the beaches.The clear ones are harmless the pink ones, are to be avoided.


I noticed some of the ladies we turning a nice shade of pink too, so it was as good a time as any, to pack up and head off, through the rather warm alleyways of town. 

Can you feel the heat ...
One taverna owner came out to see why lemons were rolling down the street. Then saw the reason why. He returned indoors, and then gave Junior some peaches as a gift. He watched and laughed as some now rather battered lemons, were being rolled like marbles, by the youngest member of our party down towards the port. 

Unlike the peaches which went very well, with some yoghurt a little while later ...

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