This great lump of raincloud has just dumped on us, and intends to return throughout the day, so I doubt there will be much beaching today.
I have to go out at midday, which, apparently, will be pretty wet too, but it’s only around the corner, and I have Neil’s flippers, or fins as they call them in the diving world. I’ve never been any good with a snorkel, so I’ll have to use the tank when I get to the Kali Strata and have to ford it to the other side. It’ll be a fun trip, but after it, I think I will probably stay home with some afternoon TV and a mug of Horlicks. At least, I would if I had any. It definitely feels like winter is on its way. Not the cold part of winter, that comes later, but the autumnal, wet part of it. Here’s my view at 07.00 this morning.
Still, I have more editing to do, it’s not cold, we have tea bags, and all is right with the world. We even have water, after Neil managed to hand pump the mains flow into the tank, a job which took him about an hour before the pressure built enough to allow a trickle, which eventually filled the thing. Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink, a classic line from Coleridge’s poem, the Rind of the Ancient Marmalade. Which reminds me, I might have breakfast today.
You’ll be pleased to hear I am wearing trousers. I mention this because Saturday was the first day since May that I put any on. The shorts are consigned to storage for the winter, I’m having to go through the trauma of wearing socks and tying shoelaces instead of sandals, and I have a hoodie lying about somewhere. We are also planning to put the duvet back on the bed today. It’s not gone horribly cold or anything; it just feels it after that sweltering July and that September-like August. We’ve had rain too, and there’s more to come (Tuesday and Wednesday look to be a bit rough), but the clouds make for some spectacular sunrises. Here is one of the golden variety…
Summer now seems to have flown by, as the season always does, though it’s not over yet. We still have visitors to come, some arriving today, and everywhere is currently open. I counted five large day boats yesterday, and there were more on the side of the harbour I can’t see from my perch, so day trippers are still visiting, and there are plenty of sailors leaving their yachts and going in search of beer. As far as I know, the boat schedules haven’t yet changed, the taxi boats are running, and the beaches are open – maybe only for another week, as things tend to start winding down in mid-October, but with the weather now doing its own thing, who knows? The season may start to lengthen.
Ah, right, enough waffle, here’s one of the pink variety of sunrises we get now and then. The effect only lasts a few minutes, so it’s a case of right time right place, or just being up and about before dawn (who I believe gets up very early). I’ll leave you with that and will Carry on Editing — as the comedy film was never called.
Looks like we’re finishing off the week with rain. It’s still dark outside. I was woken at 5.20 by thunder, which has now stopped, but it’s certainly been raining. According to the Poseidon forecast, it’s going to hang around all day, but not be too severe. We shall see.
I had a fun day yesterday. Excuse the old person talk, but one of the reasons I’ve not done much walking of late is due to a bad hip. I had the osteopath click it all back into the right place back in February, but it’s currently playing up again. Basically, some nerve or other gets compressed and sends a hot pain through my left leg, making walking or standing up for any length of time a pain in the arras. Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist for which meant a walk down the steps, putting a brave face on things, and thankfully, lying down for a short while. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind afterwards, what with the lanes blocked by tour parties, the road blocked by bemused sheep, and lots of nice people wanting to say hello. Head down, no time or inclination for photos, ignore the bars in case you catch someone’s eye, straight towards the bus, and even better, because I was early, a taxi.
Anyway, got home fine and a couple of hours later, managed a pot noodle. Not had one for years. I’d forgotten how terrible they are, but at least it was edible. It’s funny, isn’t it? I’ve decided that no-one over the age of fifty can sit at a café table with anyone for longer than five minutes without mentioning ailments. I must hear something every day. ‘How are you?’ ‘Don’t ask…’ and off we go into a round of these hurts, and that needs seeing to, and I’d just got over that when this started, ‘Mustn’t grumble’ means there’s something to grumble about, ‘and on top of it all, I’ve now got to have my ears syringed.’ (Not me, my imaginary table companion.) I mean, do we all think that our ailments, of great interest to ourselves, are going to be of any kind of interest to others? Only if those others are the competitive sort, perhaps. ‘Oh, I had that…’ ‘Nothing to worry about, what you should do is…’ (It’s worse when they start comparing treatments and offering remedies.) We all do it, and maybe it helps, I don’t know. Maybe there’s nothing else to talk about around here, apart from rain and pain.
Whatever, I have a draft to finish this weekend, so I am getting on with that. Have a fun one. Oh, below is a small gallery of ‘Symi in rainy weather’ images, and beneath that, should be a video of the Kali Strata (outside our old shop) taken one evening when it was, er, raining slightly.
If you wonder why there are hapless people wandering about our village, or yours, paying more attention to the palm of their hands than the way ahead, it’s because of our old friend Google Maps, and our old enemy, Airbnb. This, I have decided, is a dangerous combination.
Yesterday, I saw someone wandering aimlessly, looking at their palm for a minute and then coming to a stop in front of a building. This, they stared at in annoyance, as if they expected it to be something else. After a couple of minutes of comparing that building with the one next door, they turned and did the same thing to the ones opposite. Short of scratching their head to the sound of a xylophone, they could have been a cartoon character.
‘Are you lost?’ I gave as my standard opening inquisition, and, of course, they were looking at Google Maps and trying to find their accommodation.
‘What’s it called?’ I asked, thinking I might know it. I mean, after 23 years in the village, you tend to know where most places are. This place, though, was called Villa Something, and like so many other Villa Somethings I’ve heard of this year, I’d never heard of it. It was an Airbnb that a real person once called home and still could were it not being rented out for a ridiculous €180 a night. Not only that, but it was in one of the most inaccessible places known to Christendom, and certainly not known to Google Maps, which was trying to direct this bed seeker through a private house to reach a road that was in the other direction.
Unable to keep up with the number of new Villa Somethings that have been going online this year, I shall no longer be offering my services to the directionally bewildered. Thank you for your time, now here’s more of the courtyard.
We call this one HPC for Heavy Plant Crossing, because the pot is heavy and the plant grows across the building.
Three unrelated photos today, and not much to talk about. The weather has calmed (for a day or two, Friday might be a bit rough), and there is supposed to be a strike but apparently, it’s again illegal, so boats and airport should be working as normal. Up here in the village, life continues as usual…
That’s Kalos the cat who has become a familiar set of whiskers at the taverna. He lives just in front of us, when he’s not at Georgio’s, and he’s a handsome old chap; the Bustopher Jones of the neighbourhood, here seen preparing to dine at La George.
My mind wanders to another handsome sight, that of an old doorway found just off the beaten track in Horio (Chorio, Corio, Xorio, Orio – I’ve seen is spelt so many ways and plenty of incorrect ones thanks to the wonder which isn’t AI). It’s at the end of an otherwise dead-end little alley, and, I assume, once led to a home or business. I should investigate further one day and see what’s around the corner, though I don’t want to become one of those snoopers that I wrote about, the ones who think they have the right to climb gates and walk on roofs because they want to see a view.
If you want to see inside a village house, try looking through an open window…
This house was abandoned many years ago. A lady used to live there, and each time we passed on our way home, we would hear her chanting. This was in 2002/2003, and I think the property might have been deserted only a short while later. You can only see this one room, which looks like it was an inside kitchen, and I hate to think what the rest of the property holds.
For me, the day, not the property, holds a variety of entertainments, starting with this blog, my author blog (every Wednesday and Saturday), some publicity bits and pieces, and hopefully some writing as I am halfway through a climax and have left my heroes with a nasty dilemma and an escaping villain…
