Pipes, Steps and Oops
I know you’re desperate to know more about yesterday’s early morning walk, so… I was up before the dawn again and sitting out on the balcony with a cup of tea, trying to decide which terrible world news piece to read first. Brexit, the rise of dictators in the (y)UK and the (p)US, the destruction of the Amazon/planet, or some trauma taking place on Love Island or whatever that (s)HIT show is called. I gave up in despair and watched the bats flitting around the house instead. Far more pleasant than the news. I don’t often see them so close to the house, but it’s nice to know they’re there chewing up the mosquitos. Anyway…
About an hour later, as the sun was coming up, I set off up the hill for a walk. The waterworks continue, at least I guess that’s what they are. Workmen have been beavering for weeks now, clearing channels from the mountain, so we avoid a repeat of the devastation of a couple of winters ago when parts of houses were lost, steps were swept away and there was loads of damage. At the corner to Agia Marina church, there are now huge concrete pipes going in beneath the road/junction and plenty more lined up to be added elsewhere. I continued up to To Vrisi (3,500 steps and 1.5 miles each way, if you were interested).
I was listening to music as I walked, stopping now and then to take a photo for you, and decided to turn the music up when I was off the main road, and down when I was on it – for safety you see. What I didn’t realise was that while I was playing with the phone’s volume buttons, the camera was still on, and I was actually taking photographs. When I looked at my camera roll later, I found all kinds of interesting images of my feet, the path and some other things that were so blurred I still have no idea what they were. Oops, silly me, but I was able to get a couple of shots once I realised what I was doing.
On the way down, I passed the ladies going to tend the graves at the cemetery, and a few families walking up the hill in what I’d call ordinary daywear. I assume there was a service or a name day at a certain church, and everyone was heading that way. (Yesterday was the name day of Damon and tomorrow is the name day for Alex, Alexis etc., so perhaps it was something to do with that.) A few more waves and kalimeras on my way home, and I was back, planked and press-upped by 7.30 ready to get back to work on the next book. Nice.
