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Living on a Greek island

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Drifting Through Words

Here are a few more shots from a recent morning in Yialos. Boys fishing, fishing boats moored up after being washed down and having had their nets mended; those two things remind me of the age-old question, ‘What do you do in the winter?’ Although I don’t go fishing, it continues through the winter months, with professional fishermen on their boats, and amateurs with their rods. As long as you have a licence, I guess you’re good to go.

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Random thought: Licence. Another of those English words that’s easy to confuse, as in ‘license or licence’? To put you out of my mystery, Licence is the noun, as in fishing licence, while License is the verb, as in to license someone to fish.

Of course, being an ‘English’ word, Licence is not English at all, but has arrived in our language from Latin, via Old French, to Middle English. License, however, derives from Licence, so that can be counted as being English, based on a word derived from Latin and Old French.

I think that’s right.

Meanwhile, Practice and practise work in the same in in that the noun has the C in it, Practice, while Practise, with an S is the verb. In this case, the verb came first, from Latin and Old French, and the noun, Practice, came from it.

I have no idea how or why I drifted into that, so here’s a fishing boat, and I’m drifting off to work.

Ps. A collective noun for a group of fishing boats? A drift.

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Today’s Activities

It is starting to sound like the winter season, at our house at least. Today’s activities have already begun with a one-hour workout (Neil), and a cup of tea (me). After posting this blog, and my Jackson Marsh update blog, and after typing up half a chapter, and sweeping the floors, we’re having an ice cream workshop. That is, we have some friends coming later this morning to make ice cream with Neil. I’ll probably read, take a walk, or carry on writing. Later, I have some piano playing to do, which I am looking forward to, and this evening, the same friends are coming for dinner, part of which will be the ice cream. I’m on starters (tomato soup, homemade, of course), and laying the table. Meanwhile, outside, it’s still busy in the harbour during the day…

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Also, to show that it’s finally calmer season-wise, we were able to get together with the family on Sunday and have a roast pork dinner, including gravy by Sam which is always a treat. Sitting in the courtyard under the shade of the umbrella because it was too hot in direct sunlight, chewing the cud or whatever, and catching up on news with all of us together for the first time in ages. we’ve also talked about our first ‘boys’ night’ maybe the weekend after next. The weather isn’t playing winter at all, which is both good and troublesome (some rain would be handy), and it’s still warm enough to sleep with the window slightly open and only one sheet on the bed. Looks like it’s going to stay that way for a while, too. Oh, and the train continues to run.

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This ’n’ That

What can I tell you? It’s still pleasantly warm, there are fewer boats coming in but still day trippers, and the Blue Star timetable and booking only reaches to the first week in November at the moment. Hopefully, that will be extended soon. I expect the company is waiting to hear the details of subsidies before deciding what will be possible and profitable. On Friday, we went for a short walk through the boat yard at Harani…

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Yesterday saw the Oxi Day parade in Yialos, and today has dawned clear, calm and a little humid. I have half a chapter to write after this, yesterday my piano pupil sightread an entire Bach prelude at a reasonable pace and with more than reasonable accuracy, and right now, Neil is throwing weights around the living room while my lightbulb flashes on and off as though I were in a 1980s disco. (Note: Must buy a new bulb.)

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As you can see, not a lot to report today. I’ve been doing some writing and a fair amount of little else, and I must force myself out of the door for more strolls around the neighbourhood while the good weather lasts. On the one hand, we want it to stay warm so the cost of heating is lower, but at the same time, some rain wouldn’t go amiss. Apparently, we’re going to see longer, hotter and drier summers followed by warmer and drier winters, which sounds lovely, but which will eventually cause problems through lack of rain. Which reminds me, we must buy some paint for the roof. I’ll put that on the shopping list for later too.

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Friday Fun

We had something of a triumphant end to last week. On Thursday, halfway through Harry’s piano lesson, there came a knock at the door followed by a chap bearing four copies of the new contract for the house. We arranged, with some helpful translation by my student, to meet at the KEP office the next morning at ten because this chap had been instructed to return two completed copies to our new landlord. Sorted. So, the next day, we trotted down to the KEP office, signed the contract, and waited while the extremely helpful and patient lady added our passport details and my biometric card details to each copy. Meanwhile, the chap from the day before was doing his signing along with three other tenants of the same house. That’s a lot of passport detail copying (by hand) to be done. Anyway… We then went off to the accountant to give him his copy… Break for a photo:

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Stelios told me I needed to ask the landlord to send the contract up to Taxistet (the online tax portal), and I explained that when George the landlord and I talk, it’s via written message which I can translate because I’m terrible on the phone in Greek, and terrible on the phone in general, so Stelios rang him. The business side of the discussion was completed within two minutes, and all was well. There then followed about 20 minutes of general chat and catching up. George, it seems, used to be a teacher here, knew Stelios from when he was young (I think that’s what was going on), told him the story of how the houses became left to him in Andreas’ will… And so on. The upshot was, eventually, that our new landlord is a very nice chap who doesn’t know where the houses are, but, we think, isn’t interested in selling; at least, not just yet. So, we have a year’s contract and next summer, before it runs out, Stelios will check in to see what the future holds for the house and for us. Who can tell…? Another break for a photo:

The flags are up for the Oxi Day parade on Monday.

The flags are up for the Oxi Day parade (today).

By way of celebration, we went for a coffee and a walk and ended up having lunch at the Trawler because Neil fancied the psaronefri and I had a spag bol because I’m going ‘carb free’ (not). Meanwhile, Neil received news that his British passport had been processed and was on its way back. This is another rambling story, but in brief: his yUK passport expired so he sent it off for renewal, but also had to send a copy of every single page from his Irish passport (or the document itself). When that arrived with the UK office, they decided not to process the renewal until both passports matched. In the UK one he has all three forenames, but in the Irish one, only two. Therefore, he then had to apply for his Irish one to be renewed three years early and have his third name added… We put in a covering letter, and it all went smoothly, arriving back here about three weeks after being sent by courier at an exorbitant price. Then, once the new one (with all three names) came back, he had to send copies of every page even if blank, off to the UK offices, who had given him an application extension, and then wait, and then receive innumerable communications asking him to send his documents, and then chatted on their helpful chat box helpline, and then… Finally, it was done and on its way back.

There, I told you it was a ramble. To close, another photo:

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Still plenty of day trippers

Whatever Awaits

Yesterday morning around eight, I thought I’d go for a walk. I’d done the blog, reread and edited what I had written the day before, and wanted to take a short time out to think of what came next in the story. I left the house, wandered through the village and out onto the road where I began the slow climb up the hill. I was past the sports hall and heading up to the first big turn in the road when I saw two young men on the other side of the road. Clearly recently arrived by some kind of dangerous route, they were more or less scratching their heads and were definitely looking lost and worried. Not being one to pass by on the other side, I crossed over and asked if they were alright. Through the use of sign language and a few English words, they were able to communicate, and me to understand, that they were looking for the police station, which came as no surprise to me.

Is there a police station here? Yes, but it is down in the harbour. Is this a big place? No, it’s a small island… I don’t know what they’d been promised or told but they were surprised at that. Where the police? I showed them a photo of the harbour, clock tower and police station so they knew what they were heading for, and then wondered how to give directions.

I showed them a road map of the island, but realised, the main road was the only discernible route clearly marked, and if I set them upon that route they would probably end up in Pedi. More sign language, it’s up and it’s down, it’s through and a round…

Come, I’ll show you. it was the only way, so me and these two early-twenty-something young chaps set off back towards Horio on the main road. Along the way, I managed to discover they were from Egypt (at least, that’s what they told me), and they were very worried because their phone had died, and they wanted to recharge it so they could let loved ones know they were safe. Will the police let them recharge? I expect so. I also expect they, and a group of others who arrived yesterday, will be on the boat to Kos this morning.

Just to be sure they didn’t get lost, I took them to ‘Kali Strata corner,’ the viewing point a little way down the steps where the bar used to be, pointed out the police station, and reassured them that the steps were the only way down. Off they went to whatever future awaits them.

What awaits me today and beyond, is a meeting at the KEP office to sign our new contract for the house, and a weekend which is set to include a Sunday roast with the family on, unsurprisingly, Sunday. We might be going on a walk before that, ending up at the dining table just in time, but we’ll see.

And after that, here are a couple of classic Symi views to see you off into your weekend and whatever awaits.

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