A warm weekend
A warm weekend that saw a few more pleasure yachts and boats in the harbour (I counted four on Saturday night), some kafenion still partying until three in the morning like the ‘good old days’, some badly dressed visitors wandering the village… All the usual sights of summer but on a much smaller scale. Some visitors so glad they are here they can’t help but approach with open arms ready to hug, or slap you on the back as they pass (don’t, a slap back in the face often offends), because they are just plain cheery to be here. That’s lovely, but it ain’t going to stay safe for long if you can’t control your enthusiasm.
That little social tut done with, what else…? Well, the usual: A chapter a day when I can. Still thinking about taking that early walk up the hill like I used to. Wondering why I only have one shirt that fits me, and where did those emergency shorts from even bigger days go? Lovely dinner on Saturday night with the neighbours, on the roof terrace, sunset, all the theatrical lighting effects you want from stars, harbour and candles, delicious food, a good chat and catch-up, air kisses and just a very special evening all round.
Then there’s a slight downside. Three hours sleep on Friday night because it was so hot. Up at 2.00 a.m. (29 degrees, humid), cup of tea, one and a half chapters written by lunchtime (around 8.30 a.m.), more done by dinner time (midday), and an afternoon dozing before a very light next-day’s breakfast at seven in the evening. Time clock all over the place, but back to its usual zone on Sunday. Which is where it is now as I write and scramble for a few photos to fill in the blanks before getting back to the next chapter and the next cup of tea.
