‘The Eastling’ is published
The Eastling. Part three of the Saddling series.
A mixed blog today. First, ‘The Eastling’ is now available on Kindle, Kindle Unlimited and in paperback from all Amazon outlets. You can find the link to the .co.uk shop here, The Eastling – and to the .com store here, The Eastling.
If you haven’t read the first two parts of this series, The Saddling and The Witching, you might like to start at the beginning (reading in that order). You can enjoy The Eastling without having read the first two, but it is better if you do start from the beginning.
And, secondly, other news from around Symi. Well, mainly travel news. There’s an update on Andy’s travel blog about boats in November, the Panormitis festival time in particular, so if you are heading this way for that, or are on Symi for that month, you will find this article of interest: Andy’s Symi Travel Blog.
Other observations: The work on the main road above Horio progresses. I walked past the other day and concrete was being poured. I was out an about on a misty morning. Recently, when on the balcony for a cup of tea in the early morning, the rail has been wet, there’s been a heavy dew on the chairs and table out there and the days have started misty and cloudy. That’s soon been burnt off though, and when in the sun, it’s possible to sunbathe on the beach still; not that I do, but I have seen others out there sunbathing and swimming even though it’s late October. I think the latest in the season that I have ever been swimming was Panormitis Day (November 8th) at 7.30 in the morning at Marathunda when we were staying there one year. A bit chilly, but good for you, apparently.
I have no great plans this week. I want to visit the KEP office to ask about converting my yUK driving license to a Greek one – still not got that nailed down. It’s a bit tricky as my old license suffers from the ‘what’s your name?’ thing that I’ve been plagued with for years. It has the name I was called by for the first 40 years of my life which isn’t actually on my re-registered birth certificate, but luckily I have the original and the original note of name change (at baptism) by the registrar in 1963. Whether that can be explained to and accepted by the relevant authorities remains to be seen. I don’t intend driving, but it’s another proof of address/ID that may or may be of use after next March.
Low cloud over the hills
And talking of Marches… Heart-warming and yet frustrating to see so many people on the streets of London protesting Brexit. (Frustrating because you know those [word deleted] clinging onto power in the yUK parliament will ignore the change in the will of the people.) Whether you are for it or against it, it’s become obvious that it’s a) not going to work as promised, b) not deliver what the right-wing papers said it would, c) dividing the country in all kinds of ways, mainly old/young, right/left, sane/insane, decent/racist and should have been stopped and rethought out months ago, d) now being done because the ridiculous government are scared of the right-wing having a riot if they pull out and admit it’s all a massive mess, etc., etc. I no longer have any democratic vote on the matter, which is pretty undemocratic if you ask me, so all I can do is make myself as secure as possible, hope to remain in Europe after/if the disaster goes ahead, and sit back and laugh at the country, which isn’t very fair on my friends who also know Brexit is madness, but sorry, guys, I can’t help you apart from to vent on my blog.
Meanwhile in Yialos before the day boats arrive
But, finally, on that note… If/when you do read ‘The Eastling’ you may note a bit of an anti-Brexit sentiment running through it. How you get that not a novel about a small village on the Romney Marshes that lives according to its own Lore and suffers supernatural phenomenon will be revealed when you read it. Meanwhile, off into another week we go – more writing, walking and working lie ahead.
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