Just photos today. I’ve nearly at the end of the screenplay draft I am working on, but if I don’t prepare a post before lunch, I tend to forget and then have my morning routine upset the next day. I will tell you that it’s beautiful weather here today, 20 degrees and calm. Excellent weather for the Panormitis Festival.
The weekend ended with a wonderful bonfire and barbeque; thank you, Adriana and Nicholas. Most of my photos were too dark to use, apart from one or two, but we all enjoyed ourselves under the stars and the moon, a lovely way to round off a weekend.
Monday morning, and it feels very quiet out there. Fewer day boats, if any, I expect many people are down at Panormitis or preparing to go there, the town hall has been making announcements that I can only hear the bing-bongs off when I am inside, and the weather is fair and warm. 18 degrees in the courtyard in the shade during the morning. It feels colder inside the house.
As well as everything else, Neil popped down to Yialos on Saturday and took some photos while on the way there and back. There was a boat in, from Turkey I guess as the passengers had to go through the Schengen hut, and I wonder where they found to have lunch. I must check out what is still open in Yialos as, some winters, at least two or three tavernas operate all year round. In the past, Aris and The International have stayed open, along with the usual souvlaki shops. I’ll try and remember to look next time I am there.
So, a couple more photos for today and then back to work.
[Today’s photos are from this time last year; it looked remarkably similar this weekend.]
This week sees the festival of Panormitis, the celebration of the archangel Michaelis (of Panormitis), the island’s saint. There will be special boat schedules laid on to bring pilgrims and visitors from Rhodes and Kos, the buses will be going back and forth across the island, and the taxis, some people will walk there, and others will come to stay for the week or a few days, some staying at the monastery cells. I expect they have been booked up for a long time. There will be a market, our school has its souvlaki stall already set up, and there will be others. Some local businesses will set up stalls too, while others will consist of off-islanders and their… wares, or bewares perhaps.
Apart from a few basket weavers, a candle seller and a smattering of other arts and crafts, the market tends to be plastic toys, underwear, household goods and things you never realised you needed until you realised you didn’t have one; multi-purpose tools, plastic implements for the kitchen and novelty desktop knickknacks. The atmosphere of the market is usually more entertaining than the things for sale, and I don’t mean the local business like Michaelis’ pet supplies, or the school’s and others souvlakis and fast food stands, of course.
I’m not sure what our plans are this year as the festival is on a working day. I think we’ll see how the mood takes. A couple of years ago we walked there, taking the not so short short-cuts (and still coming out ten paces behind a lady who was walking the road in front of us). One year we celebrated up at Kokimides, actually, two years, one of which was blowing a gale that nearly swept us off the road. In other years we have: travelled there in the back of a transit van, gone there in the back of a flatbed truck, and we’ve even stayed at Marathunda for the festival weekend, making a holiday of it.
If we don’t make it this year I’ll see if I can rob some photos from someone to share with you. I only say I might not because a lot is going on at my desk. In a nutshell: one book is 90% ready to release, just waiting on a cover. Another is at 70% of the editing stage (this is an old one, re-edited which is going to be re-released under a new cover), another is at the 80% draft one stage – that one’s just been pouring out for no apparent reason, and ‘The Saddling’ follow up, ‘The Witchling’ is ready to go into final draft stage next, when some of these other tasks are out of the way. I am also 80% towards the end of a screenplay, first draft. All that is one of the reasons I’ve not been keeping up my author’s blog (must get around to it one day), and a reason why I’ve been at home in the office a lot. At this time of year, I can.
Saturday was a perfect day for me. Up at six and to work: a few hours on the screenplay (too many hours in one sitting and the writing becomes unfocused), a couple of chapters edited for the rerelease, some discussion with cover designers about two covers currently on order, and a chapter or two of the other thing that’s currently snowballing towards its denouement. While I am doing time at the desk (nine hours), Neil is tidying the house, putting the laundry away, making mugs of tea, nipping to the shops, dusting things, and preparing lunch, which he later feeds me and washes up so I can get back to the writing. I heartily approve of this marriage lark. No, seriously, if you enjoy what I write (there must be one of you) then you’ve Neil to thank because he gives me the time to do it.
Anyway, enough ramble. Have a good week! Now it’s back to the edits and the plotting and the typing…
We had a wonderful lunch in Nimborio on Wednesday. Not at the taverna, that has closed for the season. In fact, thanks to parking, we had to drive right through it to get to where we needed to be; a good job there were no tables outside. Walking down to Yialos, I felt the cold of winter on the breeze, but reaching the bottom of the Kali Strata was surprised to see a large group of day-trippers in shorts who had poured of the Sea Dreams. It was so wintery up in the village, I’d forgotten that there were still tourists visiting the island, and loads of them too.
A quick shop for a new keyboard to replace the one I’ve mashed out, some other shopping from Georgina’s (essentials such as decent tea bags and tomato soup – and much cheaper than at other places), a quick beer while we waited for our lift and then off around the headland to lunch.
On the way back, after being caught up in the traffic waiting to board the Blue Star and nearly ending up in Kos, we saw a long cloud of what I took to be fire-smoke hanging across Turkey and wending its way towards the west, where the sun was setting. Getting out of the car in Horio, my suspicions that this was a fire over there were confirmed by the smell in the air. I asked Yianni and a few others if they knew anything about it. They took a cursory glance across the water and weren’t too bothered if that country was on fire. Not surprising really. No sign of the cloud the following morning, and no sign of any news items online. Perhaps it was a local bushfire or something.
There will be more pictures from Wednesday in the future; I took quite a few and will add them into my collection of pics to post one day when I have nothing else to talk about.
