If you think things quieten down on Symi at the time of year, you’d be right, but also, not 100% accurate. Over this last weekend, there was a wedding complete with many church bells and a large procession coming past the house. There were fireworks in Harani on Friday, which may have been related to the wedding, or may have been some other celebration. The 28th was Oxi day, so there was a parade with traditional costumes, the school children in their uniforms, the army, many spectators and music, and the clocks changed, meaning everyone had an extra hour. (So why did I wake up at 2.30 and miss my chance to sleep through that extra hour? It was 3.30 by my body clock, I guess, and so it was ready to get up and get on, but all the same, waking up at 2.30 in the morning? It’s just not cricket.)

We had some rain, but nothing to shout home about, plenty of cloud, temperatures in the mid-20s, sunshine and warmth. I counted four dayboats in yesterday, maybe not as packed as before, but still bringing visitors. We were invited out for dinner at the taverna (Georgio’s), Neil went for a decent walk over to St Nicholas beach, and I finished two short stories for a Christmas anthology.

Then, there was plenty of time to stand on the balcony watching the world and its wildlife pass by. By wildlife I mean, sparrows, coal tits, ravens, pigeons, owls, bats, black redstarts, warblers, seagulls, blackbirds, and blue rock thrushes. The lizards who live in the stone walls have been noticeable by their absence, and we’ve not yet had any winter-feeding goats come and investigate the land in front, nor the mule, but then she only comes when the grass is long. Right now, despite a little rain, the hillsides remain dry and dusty, with the shrubs and herbs turned brown by the sun. It’ll come back to green before long.

As for the week ahead, who knows what will happen? Between us we have plenty to do including a new course and the gym (him, not me), walks when I can be bothered, piano and music lessons, we must collect some things from the post office, there’s end of season paperwork to put into the accountant – into his office, rather, not into the man himself. I have things to write, of course, and books to try and sell, presents to think about because that season will be on us before we know it, books to read (currently, I am studying the history of the Gaiety Theatre, London which is no longer there), plenty of housework to do and some running repairs which run so fast, they keep getting away from me.

Oh, and I need to keep an eye on the ferry schedules. The Blue Star has put up its November and December schedules, but not yet January, which is the one I need. So, there’s plenty to do and yet there never seems to be enough time.

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It’s one of those mornings when I have no idea what I might put down here, so let’s see what comes out. I just spent a few minutes looking through my photos only to realise the ones in my ‘to be used one day’ album are ancient, and the ones on my cloud are mainly book covers, research images or ones from years ago that I’ve put there for storage. The image today is included in the book Carry on up the Kali Strata, and it comes from a section of the drive where I have, somehow, collected all the images that are in that book. That’s all well and good, but as I no longer have the text, I doubt I shall be putting together a new edition anytime soon.

Yesterday, the planned power cuts went ahead, as far as I can make out. We didn’t have one here, but others did, and some of the shops in Yialos were closed because they had no power; not brilliant when there are still three or four day-trip boats arriving every day. I think normal service was resumed later in the morning, so it wasn’t for long.

In the afternoon, we popped down to the bar to see some friends who are here for a while, and it was almost like summer all over again. No need for a jacket, 26 degrees, pleasant, and half the tables filled. The other day, it was like a wasteland, yesterday, much busier. Funny how it goes. In the evening, we called into a name day party (it was the name day for Dimitris and associated names), and again, it was warm enough to be outside. Cloudy during the day, and a little muggy later, but not wet or freezing. Those days are to come.

All I have planned for the weekend is a dinner with friends on Saturday, and, for me, a lot of time at the PC doing what I do, perhaps a wander around somewhere later to get some photos for next week’s blogs (otherwise you’ll have images of book covers, Victorian London, maps of old slum estates, and images from my time in London in the 1990s, which might be amusing but would be completely off topic). And that’s it for this week.

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Today looks like it’s going to be interesting and varied. Apart from my usual work at the typowriter, I’ve a music lesson to see to this afternoon and a name day party to attend this evening, and I’ve just read we’re in for a power cut from 7.30 to 12.30. I’ve no idea why, but probably maintenance or upgrading, but there’s been a warning sent out, so I’ve put the phones on charge and have my real book ready to read if I run out of things to do. Unlikely, as it’s only when there’s no power that I get on with those niggling bits and pieces around the house that can usually wait for another day. If the power is off for five hours, a lot of dusting and tidying up might get done.

I might sit at my proper desk and write up my notes from previous novels, or plot another one. I might sweep the courtyard or start cutting down the vine which is starting to die off. There are kitchen cupboards that need tidying, things to put away, my winter clothes to sort out and swap for my few summer ones, and a whole long list of other things that can be done without electricity. Then again, I have four hours on my laptop battery, so I can always type if I don’t fancy writing by hand, and I have lots of data on my phone, so I can scroll through the news and social media if I want a complete waste of time, or use my data on my tablet and play my video game. What I can’t do is play the piano, watch TV, cook, boil the kettle, hoover (yay!), or use the water pump. (Note: fill up a bucket to use in the loo before the pump goes off.)

I’m sure the already packed and varied day will get more interesting during the morning, at least for a little while. Often, when we have power cuts in the winter, the electricity isn’t off for as long as the notice states, but you never know. As soon as I read the notice this morning, I went to charge the battery lantern we have, and then realised it wasn’t going to be dark between half seven and midday, so charged the tablet instead.

If you were wondering about the photos today, Neil took them last week. As you can see, it’s sunny, and it’s also still warm. There was some cloud about yesterday, but nothing with rain in it, and there’s been very little wind. All rather pleasant really, but we’re expecting the temperature to drop before long, so maybe sorting out the winter wardrobe is the thing to do this morning if we are without power. We’ll see, but before then, I should get on and do my online work while I can.

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It’s that time of year. The time when we gradually start adjusting from summer to winter. I’ve heard people say there are only two seasons down here in the South Aegean, but I’m not so sure. Yesterday morning, the air smelt spring-fresh and warm, then later in the day, autumnal and humid. It was warm enough for short sleeves when out and about, but not warm enough to do without a blanket on the bed at night. Admittedly, it is warmer than usual for the end of October, then again, it can be this warm, just as it can also be cold and windy. One year, in early October, I was playing for a ceilidh (pronounced something like ‘kayley’, Irish round dances and quadrilles) at what’s now Scena. The party and musicians were outside, and I was in an overcoat, thick jumper and fingerless gloves.

While the weather is doing all that, the tamarisk tree next door is shedding its white stuff, leading to ‘Oh, my nose’ season within the house where the pair of us take it in turns to sneeze, sniff or generally grumble, ‘Oh, my nose’, and then ask each other to remind each other we said we’d remind each other to take an ant-allergy tablet. That done, I promptly fall asleep for two days, so I avoid them when I can. Yes, even the non-drowsy ones do it. Meanwhile, we gradually winter-proof the house; paint the flat roofs, prepare spare towels for the leaky windows, reluctantly turn on the hot water for 15 minutes a day, and dig out bags of winter clothes to replace the summer ones, putting them away to a safe place where they will remain lost for two years.

Part of the adjustment is also home time. This isn’t such a change for me as I work from home every day no matter the season, but now Neil has finished his summer job at the bar, his routine needs to adjust back to winter. For him, this means studying an online course, going to the gym, doing just about all of the housework while I hide in my study allegedly writing (but actually drinking Ovaltine and reading newspapers), and tapping his fingers through the afternoon because he’s not at work.

For some businesses, it means clearing away the tables and chairs, cleaning down kitchens and bars, packing things away and closing shops. For others, it’s business as usual because contrary to Facebook group know-it-alls who categorically state everything shuts and you can’t find a crust of bread for six months, core businesses remain open throughout the year. The island isn’t just here for the holidaymaker, not even if you come twice a year or used to travel with Laskarina. Supermarkets, grocers, DIY shops, clothes shops… Well, you don’t need me to tell you. It’s the same as where you live, I imagine.

And talking of the weather, as I wasn’t, yesterday was 28 degrees, I am told. There’s no or very little wind which helps keep the cold blasts away, and the sea was again dead calm. All very pretty, and quiet; even the day boats are not crammed with visitors at the moment. So, with that nonsense stated, I shall carry on carrying on with my usual routine – today to be upended later by a visit from the ‘family’ where Neil has promised Yorkshire puddings. Madness and mayhem around the kitchen table. Now, that’s what the winter season is all about.

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