Thursday, 25 July 2013

Good morning from Skiathos ...

Where the sky is blue, the port policemans whistle is shrill ...

The Express Skiathos has just docked, packed to the upper deck tarpaulins with young Greeks. All here for fun in the Aegean Sun.

The harbour looks aquamarine blue, it's being oxygenated by the turning propellers of the ferry. The shoals of grey mullet suggest a different story. Our busy harbour filled with yachts and motor cruisers ensuring the food chain is well supplied.

The trees on the harbour, still green after their roots absorbed some of the recent rainfall. No sign of drought scorched leaves yet.

Some swallows doing acrobatics over passing articulated lorries. A seagull with black tips on its wings, drifting along effortlessly in a sky of infinity blue ...

Then the sound of silence returns, as the Express Skiathos, now riding higher in the water. Slowly lifts its ramps, slips its lines and glides slowly out of the harbour heading for Skopelos ...

Another day at the office ...

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