Some random photos today as I wonder about nothing in particular. I guess we can safely assume the day-tripping season is over, save for the Symi II and any tourists who have broken from the herd and made their own way over for a day. There are, though, plenty of visitors around who have come for the Panormitis festival which is this week. Apparently, one of the Blue Stars brought 500 extra pilgrims to the island, but as far as I can see, they have all soaked into the rocks. Probably staying with families because there are not that many rooms down at the monastery. We may or may not go this year. The weather looks set to be fair enough, and we’re not averse to the four-hour walk… We’ll have to see.
Meanwhile, the arm thing is still restricting my typing time, but I’m getting on with the next book. I know a few people have suggested text-to-speech as a way forward, but I’ve tried that before and it’s not for me. One reason is that it’s virtually impossible to speak as well as I write. I used a text-to-speech once for writing technical reviews and things and that was okay, but for creative writing, it’s like trying to improvise an entire ten-hander play. The other reason I don’t want to invest in such a thing is because, when I was using one before, I wrote too much. I babbled on and spent ages editing the things back to a sensible length. I might as well have typed it in the first place. So, I’ll stick to rationing myself.
Also this week, Sam’s been and cut down our vine for us and cleared up the piece of land in front of the house, which isn’t ours, but which needed doing. Both boys are coming for tea and chat on Saturday night, but otherwise, my dance card is pretty empty. Neil’s away to Scotland next Wednesday, leaving me home alone, the weather is still very decent, the village bars are all still open (save Secret Garden which is having a short break, I believe), as are Georgio’s, Scena, and Niki’s kitchen, where we had our locally reared pork roast last Sunday.