Today we’ve got a few shots from last night and this morning. Shopping in Horio in winter, the village lane, inside Mandeio’s Brasserie where we stopped for a moment after shopping, and then some of this morning’s early morning walk.
Yup, I managed it. After going to bed at 9.30 last night, with ear plugs successfully staying in, and with no noise from the cat to keep me awake, I was able to sleep soundly through until around 5.30 when I started looking at the clock to see if it was time to get up. I was, in the end, up and on the road by 6.30.
On the road; sounds like I was in training like Rocky or something. I went, quietly, through the village square and past Sotiris’ supermarket, down to the road and the bus stop where the army guys were starting to gather for their lift up into the mountains. And then, past the doctor’s surgery and along past the sport hall and up, and around, and up, and around, and up… until, after 20 minutes or so of fairly hard work on the legs (which are not used to it at the moment) I made it to the top road. And then came back down again through the village.
Past the new house which is coming on a treat, past the yapping dogs who were inside, ‘Ricardo’ doing his morning ablutions in his outdoor bathroom carrying bowls of water about, through the back lanes and past the church where the bells were ringing and a service was already underway, around past ‘Lambros’ and to the top of the Kataractis, and then around the road –jogging a little to see how the knees were – and finally down the slope past the bins to home – by 7.00.
Talking of bins, I am getting to like going to the bins up here. Not only is it easy, being only around the corner, but it’s a lovely lane, with trees growing over it and with a view down to Yialos. Even taking the rubbish you turn round and think, ‘Wow, how did I end up here?’ But more than that, it’s the rurality (I just made that word up; ruralness…? It’s the way the place is still nice and rural… Something like that) that I like. There are bin cats of course, cats with character and looked after by the animal welfare folk, but also, yesterday I went to the bins and was greeted by a cockerel and two chickens. And then in the evening there was a bull frog croaking out, either that or it was a chicken with laryngitis.
But hey, new words or not, at least I got out and about and started my day with a big of heart-pumping followed by a hot water and lemon and a blog. There you go. Have a nice day.
