While the sun shines on Symi and the air temperature warms, we are starting to think about overcoats and thermals because our holiday is drawing ever closer. The travel pack arrived yesterday, a brochure each with itinerary, details, instructions, reminders, luggage labels and even a few postcards. All we need to do is be at Heathrow on a certain day by a certain time, and everything after that is taken care of for us. Of course, with everything else that’s going on in the world, we are watching the news and the weather, neither of which we can do anything about, so we’re concentrating on organising ourselves as if there’s nothing to worry about. If anything happens, we will burn that bridge when we come to it.
(There’s a word for that kind of expression, where you mix up two… whatever they are called, but I can’t remember it. As in, burning bridges and crossing bridges put together in one… Thing.)
Anyway… While the house is a hive of activity which mainly centres on ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’, I’ve not been out and about much for photos, so today’s and probably for the rest of the week, will be a bit random and not up to date, but they will be something. There won’t be a blog after Saturday until the end of March, maybe not even until the start of April. We are leaving on Clean Monday, the start of Lent, so I will miss that, but carnival and ‘Sooty Thursday’ have already happened (last Sunday), and stray sheep and goats are wandering the village, brought down for their final grazing and fattening-up. I’ll leave you with that thought, and turn my attention to passports, money, tickets…