Sunday, 23 March 2014

Where did the day go ...

A sublime time spent on the beach ...

It had to be done, Saturday had amazing blue skies overhead, warm air drifting through the open windows. All you needed to do, was pack a picnic and go - so that's exactly what we did ...

On the way we met one of the probable candidates, for the Mayoral Election (Exclusive) ...


He declined to comment, but 'off the record' Grecco said 'he was chewing over whether to stand as the Green candidate or not. The burden of pulling the island round, would not be a problem. He has the 'Green situation' close in hand and was awaiting further developments' ...

Yet more Judas trees, bursting forth with fragrant blossom, that seems to send the bees into a stupour. The noise of them working away - intoxicated by the nectar, hidden within the purple flowers is all around at the moment. Now where is all that honey ...


There were two ladies picking wild horta, from the abundance of green in this area.  Horta 'vrasta' or boiled greens are a staple in any Greek household - Especially at this time of year. These are easy to prepare and dressed with a bit of olive oil and lemon. I really like them, and enjoy the clean, pure taste, which can be quite bitter.

Down on the beach, it was quite busy! There were eleven of us chilling out, on Megali Amos, and four more packed onto Sifneri. Almost everyone except me in swimming suits ...

 A pair of gannets bobbing beneath the waves offshore, Two fishermen in small rowing boats. Junior was straight into into the water for a swim. Azure sparkling blue sea, as far as the eye could see.


Gradually the locals afternoon tummies rumbled and they drifted off home for lunch. We had brought our picnic, and sat in the shade of a tree enjoying our home made χωριάτικη σαλάτα - Greek salad. This went really well with the Leven bread, we had retained in the freezer from Clean Monday. When we had to postpone our kite flying picnic.

The only disturbance, in the afternoon, the waves from the flying cat, as it sped past. Apart from a distant call from Grecco, a km or so away. We were all alone on the beach for quite some time, just listening to the bees, watching the gannets dive, and a passing seagull. SWMBO and me taking turns to be buried in the warm sand by Junior ...



Later on four ladies, came along. A grandmother her daughters and one of their daughters and were walking along the waters edge, from Vasilias to Megali Amos and back. They never spoke or acknowledged our presence, which is unusual. They were just concentrating on the patch of sand a few metres ahead, and seemed all deep in thought ...


The afternoon sun was dipping, and the snow over on Mt Dirphys, (Just slightly left, and poking up above Tsougria, from our vantage point) started to cast its chill, across the bay. The 'oh so' slight breeze across the water. We dragged ourselves off the beach and home ...

Back home, and the Bakalikos fillets (Hake or as they call it codfish) which we had in the fridge for a day or so, were cut to size, and taken down to my favourite taverna. High fives to all the boys, looking tired after what must have been a busy afternoon.

Fish handed over to the boys, out and down the street on another mission. A quick chat in passing with the Brits who were watching the football, outside the King and Queen. Strangely no Arsenal supporters present each time, I passed by, cannot think why ...

A very swift medicinal 'tsipouro' sitting on the 'locals chair' another quick chat with island friends. Pay my bill, and then run off home, with our fresly cooked Fish and Chip supper ...

I visited the Photo Exhibition and video link 'A journey A Legacy A Sisterhood' at the Bourtzi. But more about that later...

2 comments:

  1. Only 51 days then we can build sandcastles with you.

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  2. That's what you call a picnic class

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