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And off to Pedi

And off to Pedi
Straight after lunch on Monday, before I had a chance to get comfortable in the ass-groove on the sofa, we set off for another short walk. This one was down the Pedi road, turning off behind what used to be Blooms, near the Aletheni, and following that easy path to the back of Pedi. You come out by the football pitch, turn right and then left next to the new church, and follow the path through what I call the cyclamen meadow. Not all of them are out yet, but other flowers are appearing and some cyclamen, and there’s also blossom on the trees.

And off to Pedi
Chaffinch, apparently

I managed to get a blurred photo of a chaffinch on the path ahead – I was walking towards it on zoom, and he was walking away, so it was a bit hit and miss. While being watched by sheep and their lambs, we also saw a blackbird. There were a few other varieties of feathered things about, but all too fast and secretive for me to catch any more on camera. Apart from the chickens that were penned in with some oranges.

And off to Pedi
Chicken in orange sauce?

It’s a nice, rural walk, though not a long one, which was lucky as I’d still not recovered from the longer walk on Sunday. The old leg muscles were aching a bit as I am out of walking condition, thanks to winter weather and dedicated laziness on my part. The sun was out, though – I didn’t need to take my coat which Neil kindly carried for me as I was still saying ‘Ow’ and ‘Ooh’ thanks to my dodgy back and aching legs. Pedi itself was quiet and nearly deserted, but the taverna was working on its preparations for Summer, and the kiosk was open, as usual. Back up the road via the corner shop and home and it took us about 80 minutes.

And off to Pedi
It’s like being back on the Romney Marshes

I have to leave the walk there (which is what I did anyway, the ass-groove was calling) because Neil had just had the results from his Ancestry DNA test-cum-Christmas present. Turns out he is 32% Irish, the biggest slice of his pie chart, followed by the to-be-expected areas of West Europe and the yUK (Anglo-Saxon), Scandinavia (Vikings) and North East Russia (not sure, Vikings too?). But he also has elements of the Middle East, Caucus, South Asia (still not sure where that is exactly, though on the sites I looked at, it was more Middle East than anything else), and the Iberian Peninsula. Looks like, somewhere in the distant past, some of his ancestors were traders from the Middle East or possibly even refugees from Syria, or whatever it was called there. (I am speculating here; his map does look like a trade route, though.) He also has 5% Greek in him and don’t read anything into that. So, he’s excited and now has a better, though not accurate, idea of why he is often mistaken for being Mediterranean due to his swarthy looks. I also have to go now as we’ve just had a power cut. It looks like I will have to load his up later when the internet comes back on. Oh, it just did as I was spell checking the above.

And off to Pedi
Pedi valley in February

Walk to Nimborio

Walk to Nimborio

I finally dragged myself out of the house on Sunday, and we went for a walk. It was a bright, sunny day, though the cloud built up later and it was cold in the shade. Mind you, after trekking down the Kataraktis, at the back of Horio, through the back of the harbour, up to slope to St George and Nimborio, down to Nimborio itself, back along the road and into Yialos, I was soon rather warm.

Walk to Nimborio
Heading down the path

We had arranged to see some friends off, the first of the year’s regular visitors come early for a birthday surprise. A couple of bears at Roloi café is the perfect way to wait for a boat. Unless you don’t like beer, in which case it’s probably not, though they have all sorts of other things there for you, including very friendly service. It’s interesting to be there early, about two hours before the boat in this case, and watch the café start to fill up as people wander down from where they have been and start to wait. It was quite a busy boat as I believe, there was a sports match on, and a visiting team was heading back to Rhodes.

Walk to Nimborio
New railings (well, new to me)

There was also a fundraiser for the organisation that is raising funds to send one of our football teams to a European competition later in the year. That was held at the new sports centre in the evening, by which time I was home and moving around very slowly making noises along the lines of ‘Ow,’ and ‘Ooh,’ every time I lifted a leg. I’d not been over to Nimborio for some time, and it was good to see the improvements in the road, with new paving down in several places. There are new handrails by some of the longer drops off the road to the rocks as well; handy and more secure. The old boat wreck is still against the shore at ‘Red Rock’, and the walk and views are just as stunning as they always are.

Walk to Nimborio
The wreck at Red Rock

Monday morning was spent tackling the German layout keyboard and seeing how I got on with the kneeling chair. Sadly, neither of them have worked out very well. The chair hurts my shins after an hour or so and is not quite the right height, and the keyboard drove me mad with its symbols all in the wrong places. So, I ditched that, went back to good old faithful and clunky keyboard and I am now back on the piano stool. I might try adjusting to the chair bit by bit as the week goes on.

Walk to Nimborio
Waving godbye

One final thought: you might remember I mentioned the ‘The 13th‘ (the film made on Symi in 2013) has been put forward to the London Greek Film Festival for later this year. You can check the trailer out here and give it a view and a like. The more it gets, the more interest there will be. You can also share that link around on your Facebook and Twitter accounts and other such things if you want to help. There will be more news on the festival in the months to come including a Kickstart backers update when there is more specific news.

Putting it together

Putting it together
I collected two deliveries on Friday, a new keyboard for the computer and a new kneel-on chair for the desk. Things did not go according to plan.

First of all, I ordered the keyboard from Germany as Amazon could not deliver one from the UK, and I was unable to find the one I wanted in Greece. I was rather proud of myself, wading through Amazon in German and securing my purchase, and saving myself a few Euros at the same time. I unpacked the keyboard on Saturday and set it up, only to realise that it is a German keyboard, of course. It works perfectly and is smooth and wonderful; no more clicking keys and sticking letters, but unfortunately… Well, let’s say it’s fortunate that I know where the letters and symbols are on an English layout keyboard. It’s not QWERTY anymore, it reads QWERTZ, as the Z and the Y are in each other’s places. There are also strange commands such as Einfg, and Entf, plus my favourite, Druken. I’ve still not pressed that one, I’m a bit worried as to what it might do. Hey ho! If I can’t get on with it I’ll have to search again, but so far so good and my fingers seem to know that Y is Z and the extra O (the one with the umlaut) is actually the ; and the symbol that shows ; is actually the comma. The ( is actually the key that shows ) and the key that shows ( is actually the * , the one that shows / is the &, and the & is the ^, and so on.

Putting it together
Left in charge of the pet shop for a few minutes.

Putting that aside to see how it’s going to work out, or not, I turned to the kneel-on chair. Flat pack is no problem, and it all looks very straightforward until I come to put the thing together. The instructions are written in numerical code, which doesn’t help, but they show images of each piece, and there are many pieces, and they are numbered “Φ8x40mm A*2″ and ” Φ6x135mm F*2″ and so on. Some of the bolts are drawn on the first image with some nuts on the end, and I search out my D*4 – only 2 needed for this part – that go through the foot of the thing and into a leg which is part Q*1, which I have found, and this part (D*2) also has a nut on the other end and goes through a hole in Q*1 to join foot (M*1). What it doesn’t show you is that the main nut is meant to be inside the wood of the leg and there’s nothing to explain how it gets there.

Putting it together
Passing the time with your best friend in Yialos

Common sense prevails, and I realise, after half an hour of pondering and trying this and seeing if that will do that and scratching my head, that you’re meant to put nut number … Oh, that nut doesn’t have a number, so you have to put the guesswork nut through a second hole and line it’s fitting up with the hole in the wood before you put D*2 through and then try and get D*2 into the bore hole of the piece with no name and use the allen key (G*1) to tighten it. I finally manage to get that done, turn the chair around, find all pieces needed to attach bit with seat to bit with back leg and then wonder what on earth is a J*1. I find it (hiding in the box) and it doesn’t fit. Check instructions, but no help there. Finally work out that piece J*1 is extendable and so manage to join seat-bit to back leg-bit and put those two together giving me a very collapsible X shape of two main pieces and a leg.

Putting it together
Little Own – photo by Lyndon

And now to put the back foot on the back leg using the same process and the front one. I know what I am doing now and slip the piece with no name through the hole with no instructions and line it up, using the screwdriver (L*1) before putting the long bolt through the foot and into the cross-piece and turning it with the key. No good. I take it all apart again and check that the bolt fits the unnamed piece, and it does, perfectly, so I put it back together again and lo and behold, it won’t go into the unknown piece once that piece is inside the unchartered hole for such a piece. Maybe it’s not lined up – I find the torch and examine the depths of the hole, glasses off so I can see better, and yes, that’s fine, but still it won’t go in and now the bolt doesn’t want to come out again, I fetch the plyers and adjustable spanner because the spanner supplied (H*1) doesn’t seem to fit any part of anything. Midday comes, and I decide to go to a barbeque instead.

Putting it together
Just back from fishing

It’s Sunday now, and the thing is still waiting there for the second phase, which is basically trying the whole thing again but with Neil on hand to hold the D*2 while I swear at unnamed piece while wrestling with the collapsible N*1 and E*1 which are successfully joined together and I still have no idea where I left my glasses. It was that kind of a day, and that’s enough of that. Back tomorrow, when I may be sitting on my, new chair. Or is that kneeling on…? Probably I’ll be jumping up and down on…

Saturday Symi photos

Saturday Symi photos
As it’s Saturday, today we have a set of Symi Saturday photos for you, a custom I have started recently because I’ve usually run out of things to say by the weekend. I am off to Yialos today (Friday) though, and will take the camera. There is shopping to be done before a possible quick lunchtime beer with a birthday girl, an afternoon to get over that and then an evening at the taverna tonight. It’s just like the summer again. It’s as sunny, but a lot, lot colder. So, have a good weekend and have a glance at the images. The only other thing to tell you is that ‘The Saddling’ is coming along faster than I expected with its checking and setting out so it may be available before the end of April, my original estimated date. Watch this space. Now watch these photos.

Saturday Symi photos
On the prowl
Saturday Symi photos
Upper Horio
Saturday Symi photos
A boat coming into land?
Saturday Symi photos
A bare fig tree. The leaves will soon be back.
Saturday Symi photos
Candles in church.
Saturday Symi photos
Spring light, in church.
Saturday Symi photos
A view from mid-Horio.
Saturday Symi photos
The mountainside from a distance.

To-do list

To-do list
We took a walk down to Pedi on Wednesday afternoon, and I was going to take some photos, but we were running late, and I didn’t want to stop in the cold for snaps. So, I have promised myself that I will go out and about with the camera next week, weather permitting, and so, please bear with me and the photos, which are not so recent.

To-do list
Quiet village ‘main street’

Yesterday, when I woke up at six, I was straight into my woollen socks, thermals (top and bottom) thick jogging ‘pants’ that have never been used for jogging, of course, two sweatshirts and a fleece, plus fingerless gloves and a hat Mother made me for Christmas. I’m not saying that it feels cold in a Symi house first thing in the morning but… It feels cold in a Symi house first thing in the morning, in February. It’s clear outside, and the wind has died down, which helps, but it’s still a bit of a rush to get dressed. Showers wait until later in the day when I’ve warmed up a bit.

To-do list
The lemons are ready

Sitting at my desk with the shutters shut gives me no view of anything apart from the cat by the heater and all the mess in the office I really must tidy away one day. There’s my concertina (which needs repair) on the sofa with a book about Barbara Streisand I’ve yet to start, several notebooks each with a few pages used and lots of white space, some presents to wrap and some camera equipment to put away. Over there by the door on another table are the new keyboard that didn’t work properly (four clicks to get the mouse to work? I don’t think so) and the old office chair that did my back in. That needs to go to the scrap heap as soon as I can get it there. Next door, Neil is putting away the shopping he just went foraging for at Sotiris’ supermarket (though Sotiris is in Athens at the moment having medical work done on his arm) and very shortly I need to go and do some housework ahead of visitors arriving for dinner later.

To-do list
The Trata is not open, but the menu stays all year round

So, it’s all a bit chilly, but there is a lot to do. Symi is still quiet though there’s building work going on up the lane, as there always is at this time of year when the weather is good. There’s a mule parked up in the grass nearby, and that keeps going off with a protest, and there is a distant chug from a fishing boat I can hear but not see. My list of jobs to do (when I get around to them) is growing by the day too. Take away the old vine cuttings, tidy the courtyard, cut down the fig tree opposite (it’s on common land so that should be okay), and get around to fixing the leaks on the kitchen tap, and showers.

Ah well, maybe after lunch…

To-do list
Someone is speed-boating off on holiday early. Or just moving their boat about a bit.