A breeze on the balcony this morning meant I had to put on a hoodie when I stepped out to look at the view and have my cup of tea. We’re heading towards mid-October and during the day, it’s still pleasantly warm, around the mid-twenties, but first thing in the morning (or halfway through the night for most), the chill is noticeable. There’s a sheet and a light blanket on the bed, and it won’t be long before we start closing the windows one by one. Not long after that, it’ll be the shutters, though winter isn’t on us just yet.

The day boats continue to come in, often packed with visitors, and there were at least four yesterday (boats, not visitors), more, actually, with the King Saron doing two trips, and the large ferries coming in to take away those who had to travel for the weekend’s voting. The taxi boats are still going, though for how much longer remains to be seen (they and some beach tavernas usually stop around mid-October), and in a way, it’s hard to think this summer season is nearly over. The village bars have been the same; busy and full one hour, quieter the next, all through the afternoon and evening, and the taverna the other night was full, and the other restaurants also seemed to be doing well. Maybe the Symi summer season is getting longer?

I just had a trawl back through my photo archives to see what I was doing this time X number of years ago, but the pics were all of book covers, Victorian slums and other book-related matters, so I decided not to bore you with those. Instead, just a quick post and a couple of autumnal images today. One to show the sky which isn’t as warm as it looks, and the other, the cats up the road (last year), some of whom continue to hang out at the bins with the chickens and their chicks where they seem to live quite happily side by side.

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A quiet weekend for me, with some research, a new book cover to approve, and a birthday dinner at a packed taverna. It was voting weekend, so many people had returned from wherever they now live, as they must/should when there is an election – a local election for mayor, and regional elections too, I believe. I am vague because I, like many other UK citizens, am no longer able to vote for our local representatives, and thus, I haven’t paid much attention as there’s nothing I can do about any of it.

I’m none the wiser as to who won (I shall no doubt find out later in the day, as it’s still very early), but the dynamite and fireworks were going off just as I was getting into bed. Bedtime came later than usual, and I was in danger of working myself into that sleepless state of: ‘But it’s gone the usual time I go to sleep. If I drop off now, I will have five hours… If I don’t get to sleep soon, I’ll only have four and a half…’ I managed eventually, and, as my auto timer is internally set, was up at the usual time, leaving not much in between. I can see a sofa doze coming on later.

Apart from all that excitement, I also managed to get a little research done. Although I am working on book three of a series, book two, ‘A Fall from Grace’ has just come back from the proofreader, so I have switched from writing to reading. Once that’s done, the book will go to my layout people who will format the interior for me, and then it will be set free on Amazon, fairly hot on the heels of the first in the series, ‘Finding a Way.’

So, the images today show, 1) a map of the Boundary Estate in Shoreditch, the Old Nichol as it was once called. As we’d now call it, a slum, or a rookery. It was demolished at the end of the 1880s, and the start of the 1890s. 2) The cover with the paper over it is for a cover reveal later in the week on my other blog, and 3) the image of the taverna is… Well, it’s an image of the taverna last night, where we were served by a young chap (17/18 I reckon) who I have seen grow up. Once upon a time, I was on a busy hydrofoil in Rhodes waiting to come back to Symi, and slightly delayed because one of the passengers was running late. I remember it because when the mother and baby came aboard, everyone clapped to welcome him. The boat had waited an extra 20 minutes or so before setting off so the family could get home, and no-one complained, only rejoiced.

Gosh, the hydrofoil, eh? I wonder where the old thing is now; the metal machine with many nicknames, few of them pleasant, and where all the Cyrillic writing on the bulkheads had been painted over so many times it was hard to read the letters. I’m sure everyone has hydrofoil stories, and I shall save mine for a later date. I have a day of reading ahead, or rather, re-reading, and I am also looking forward to catching up on sleep.

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I took a little wander along the new ‘road’ yesterday. For some time, there has been talk of a new road linking the main road of the village to the area of Ag Athanasios in the centre of the village. The area was originally only reachable by foot, but over time, local residents have made adaptations, putting in temporary ramps, or more permanent features to enable mopeds to reach further into the village; it’s happening all over. As with many things in a small community, the new road was subject to much speculation and gossip, and with anything like this, unless you know which horse’s mouth to hear straight from, it’s best to wait and see for yourself. I remember all the questions and outrage, ‘You can’t build a road from Lemonitisa to there without knocking down houses and widening the path…’ That kind of thing.

Turned out the new ‘road’ was the widening of a path, but without knocking down houses, and it is just that, a path. Half of it was already there; there was just a short part that needed to be developed and that ran across empty land anyway. You can’t get a car all the way, not a large one, and even if you did, where would you park it? If you’re too lazy to walk the 50 yards from the village ‘high street’ to the church, or you are unable to, you can now drive a moped ten times that distance from the Village Square to near Alamina Square just below Ag Athanasios. In fact, if your bike is small enough, you can get even further among the houses thanks to pre-existing, ‘temporary’ concrete ramps on some stone steps and the natural lie of the land.

This ‘road’ has been in for some time, and I’ve walked it a few times. It’s a bit steep and dodgy in places and cuts through the village below the Kastro. It starts/ends next to what I was told was called ‘The Artisan’s House’, a popular site because it still shows the colours and decorations of its original glory, and, they say, houses adorned like this would have been built/decorated by people showing off their skills. In other words, if you like the look of it, the person living there can do the same for you. I don’t know if that’s true, but it makes a kind of sense. The house is now lived in by wild fig trees and becoming harder to see every year, but what’s left of it still stands, and the new road hasn’t affected it. Yet.

The ‘bypass’ (as it was also called, he added, sniggering) has also opened up some previously buried ruins, or parts of them, which is my other photo today. You can just see a small arch revealed. This might have been the arch of the well cover, or an oven (can’t see a chimney though), or simply a small window in a storeroom, but there’s something under there…

In other ‘news’, tonight in the village square there’s a political rally for the currently elected local party, and the local council elections are on Sunday. Only European citizens can vote, so Neil’s alright, but I am not.

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For want of something else to witter about, I clicked a button in my OneDrive photo collection that said, ‘Last week through the years,’ and today’s photos are the result. There were also images of a house I grew up in, a wedding on Symi, the East End slums of the 1880s, Harry when he was about eight, standing stones on the Isle of Man, a random model (for a book cover), several views from our balcony, and some goats. However, I chose the four you see today. A sunrise at Pedi, a mask on the front of the building (I’m sure these things have a technical name, but I’ve not looked it up), Yialos at night, and Neil and Yiannis. (Clue: Neil is the one on the left.)

Apart from brightening up a slow news day, these are apropos nothing. What little news there is consists of this. There’s an owl right outside my window right now (4.20 am), and we saw it flying around the house last night, she he/she’s having a busy time. The air raid warning was tested yesterday. I read it was to go off at 11.00, and the last time I heard it, it wailed for a good two or three minutes. Yesterday, it had a go at around 12.53, wound up to almost full pitch and then wailed off again. But at least it works. (Unless it was cut short because it doesn’t work, in which case…)

The photo of Pedi at sunrise reminds me to remind you to get in your orders for the 2024 Symi Dream calendar, which is now on sale, but only available from one outlet. So you don’t lose the link, it’s embedded in the righthand column on this page. A click will take you to Lulu.com, the only place you can order it. Or, you can click here.

On this, a slow day for news, I plan to get a decent amount of book work done, take a short stroll up and down the hill, and spend some time reading about the life of Marie Lloyd (research). Yesterday, Neil received one of those texts that made us laugh at getting old. A message from Vassilis: ‘Can you come tomorrow? Your teeth are ready.’ It used to be, ‘Your photos are ready for collection,’ but now, it’s teeth – he’s having some new crowns fitted, we’re not yet at the gums-only stage. Well, it’s something to talk about.

Actually, that’s a thing. I’ll make a note here to remind me to witter about it again sometime. Why is it, when you get a group of over 50s together, it doesn’t matter where you are — outside a kafeneion, on a boat trip, at the dining table — the conversation invariably turns to medical matters? At least living here we can speak about how excellent the Greek medical system is, especially now we have our village clinic, and private consultants are available within days/hours at the drop of a very reasonable €50 note. Singing the praises of the medical services is for another day. Right now, I have work to do, and if I stay here any longer, I am in danger of becoming interesting.

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