Monday. Neil has just set off to Yialos for a few things, heading out into the drizzle that’s slowly adding to the water in the sterna. The Dodecanese Express has just come in, and Nimos is shaded grey by the gentle rain. It’s very quiet up here, apart from the trickle of water into the sterna, and the distant rattle of a dill that’s digging up a lane towards Ag. Haritomeni.
The sound is now joined by the washing machine. I discovered a pair of shoes (made from a kind of suede substitute material, I suppose you could call in pseudo suede) that were starting to grow mould, so I thought I should wash them. I should point out that the mould was on the outside, nothing to do with my feet but all to do with the damp conditions we get on the island in the winter. Leaving them in the shower room for three months probably didn’t help.
So, as the washing machine tap-dances on and I wonder how wet Neil is down there, I turn my attention back to the day-to-day which, today, is about writing. Tomorrow we have another practice for the carols and songs on Friday – 5pm, Lefteris’ kafeneion in Horio square – and a dinner out, so there’s lots to look forward to (for me) as I leave you with these three photos taken yesterday (Monday).