The new RAM for the laptop did indeed arrive yesterday and is now installed on the machine. So easy, I don’t know why I haven’t tried before. Now Neil can upgrade to my old machine (at 4Gb, from his current 2Gb) and get to grips with that, and we will have the spare one for backup and emergencies. It’s only taken about six months to pull this plan together.

We’re just back from a morning walk/jog down to Pedi and back, it’s 7.19 as I sit down to write, the sun is up and the sea is calm. I can see fishing boats coming in from beyond Nimos and Nimborio and the cat has had us up and about since around 5.30 today; the lighter it gets in the morning the earlier he is up.

As he gets older he gets more demanding and his ‘alarm’ becomes grumpier. It’s not just a few yowls now but several and they get more and more annoyed each time to the point of sounding desperate. Poor old thing –and I am talking about the neighbour there. Neil went and let him in around six in the end.

I should explain the photo I am putting up today, it’s from the housewarming party – as are all of them actually, but this one in particular. It shows Cobi throwing wine over the pitched roof of one of the buildings.

Why? Well, it’s a blessing apparently. I am not sure if it’s an ancient Greek tradition or a Dutch one or just a Cobi one, but the house was in deed blessed last Sunday. I know that blessing the seas, or rather, giving thanks to the gods by throwing the first wine in the sea, is an ancient Greek tradition. I read that when researching ‘Jason and the Sargonauts.’ In the original myth, the Argonauts give an offering to the sea god with wine before they set off. In my up to date telling of the story, Oliver (representing Orpheus (he lost his wife in the underground)) accidentally spills his ice tea in the sea just as the party are boarding the fishing boat for their excursion. So, it’s in there.

There are other parts of the myth mixed in with the story in ‘Sargonauts, and character names, challenges and references. ‘Your rocks are clashing, dear,’ was one of my favourites. There is also a lot of real Symi history involved. If you’ve not read it, you can get a copy form this link, and Kindle versions are available too, though I can’t vouch for the layout. Have fun! Jason and the Sargonauts.

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In a word, mundane. Just back from a morning walk, gosh aren’t I good? Well, I did go to bed at 9.15 last night. Just as well as the Alarm Cat was very alarming at 5.45 this morning. He had a limp yesterday, and was standing with his near-side front paw up in the air for some of the time. Nothing too bad I think as he let me examine it, and wasn’t limping as much this morning. Just out for some kind of sympathy I expect. No sign of trauma of breakage, possibly a strain, may have tried to jump a wall, or heave himself up a step too many, more likely did it fighting. We will keep an eye on it.

Anyway, he’s in the house now and asleep on one of his sofas, having his post breakfast, pre-second breakfast nap. I’ve been out, around the back of the village, across the village and up to the top road and then up a couple of turns in said road to the place known as ‘Far enough for today.’ The bells at Ag Athanasios were ringing, there was a service going on, the sheep were bleating on the hill side, the cockerels were doing their thing, Ag Triada’s bells were going at one point, around 6.45 they struck three for no apparent reason and the sun was just coming over the top of Ano Pedi as I was heading back down through the village, and across the village to home.

Where I find Neil already up and having a shower before he goes to aerobics, which seems like the wrong way round to me but there you are. The sun is now hitting Harani, the sea is slightly ruffled by a breeze which I noticed on this, north, side of the hill, but not up there on the road, and I have a day at home planned with perhaps the excitement of a trip to the supermarket later.

There, that’s as thrilling as Symi news gets around here on a Wednesday morning. No, wait! The Blue Star is due in; it’s now 7.14 and the boat is just off the Turkish headland near Knidos, so that’s on its way. There will be excitement in town later – and maybe the new RAM chip for my computer. It took it about half an hour to go and look at the Live Ships site just then (I jest, but it is slow on certain programmes).

I ordered a new 8 RAM card which I am going to put in myself, I’ve had the tutorial and I have two experts standing by. More on this, and other Symi news before long.

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It’s not often I go to look at a ladies’ clothing website, but mother sent me a note the other day saying that she had had Symi popped through her door. This came in the shape of a magazine called Toast and some of it contained a fashion shoot with Symi in the background. I tracked down a couple of images at their website, in what they call their ‘lookbook.’ Here’s the link: https://www.toa.st/content/lookbook/women/ss15/spring.htm I think they were going for ‘textures’ there. (Some of the photos are not Symi, but you might like to see them anyway.)

Meanwhile, I had a very strange experience last night which involved the village post office and a lot of paperwork. Of course, we don’t have a village post office and that was the point of the dream; it was opening tomorrow and I was going to run it. I was actually taking over from a retiring couple who hadn’t shown me anything, so I was watching them on the afternoon before the big handover, to see where the tin was that served as a till, to discover what books they kept (many and completely out or order and with no system at all) and to try and learn a few tricks. I took a break to tell my brother (who does work for the post office, when not saving lives at sea) and he was particularly sympathetic, and then local people, who I didn’t know, came in and started sticking their orders to the telegraph pole behind the desk, which ended up looking like the till at Sotiris’ super-market, with I.O.Us taped all over it.

In the end I ordered a book with pages in alphabetical order and advertised for an assistant who spoke Greek. It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand the language (some of the notes I was receiving were not very pleasant) it was that the customers were not speaking any language I’d ever heard before. Eventually I was woken up by the sound of a choir singing a cheery ‘good morning’ on my tablet.

I am sure dream-watchers will have a field day with that one. Needless to say I was very relieved to wake up and realise I was not about to start working nine to five (it would have been eight to two, in reality + extra hours I am sure, even if just for sifting Sports Direct orders) in another ,language.

So thrilled that I went of a walk to Pedi at 6.30 this morning; well, a kind of jog downhill and a walk back up. I went down past the hotels and along the ‘soapy steps’ where, even at that time, someone had emptied their soapy waste all down them. There’s a big new house, or two, going up on the right of the road, going down, the chickens were nowhere to be seen, but there are lots of sheep about. The air was pungent with that rural pre-Easter smell of nervous farm animal, the sea was calm, and a thin veil of high, grey cloud masked the sun that is now, as I write, well and truly awake.

I bet it didn’t dream of having to tell local people that their pensions had been cut in half.

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Well, it was a lovely weekend, and we had a marvellous party. The whole thing started off on the right foot when we went shopping on Saturday morning. Just staggering back with bags and packs of water when Yianni (Rainbow) called us in to the taverna (Georgio’s) for a glass of wine with the lads (Manolis and Alexis). A chat about the new house, some mezethes and half a litre of wine later and it was home for breakfast.

We like this neighbourhood.

After that it was like sailing downhill; getting the house ready, pottering about, putting the last things up in the storage area above the bedroom, putting up a few more things on walls and then getting dinner ready for the godboys. Sam and Harry came on Saturday evening and we all sat around the table in the kitchen and had something of a feast. Cheese saganaki, chops and mash with homemade beans, ice creams and a couple of DVDs for the boys while we played cards with their mum and laughed a lot.

Sunday was also a great day with not much to do in the morning and guests for the housewarming party in the afternoon. That went off really well, and a big thank you to everyone who came, British, Greek, Lithuanian, American, South African, Dutch, everyone! The house is now well and truly warmed, and still in one piece. Even Jack coped well with it all, and with the amount of people in his courtyard. He finally made it out of the courtyard, as the gates were open, and went exploring out along the road. I saw him down beneath the house at one point and later we found him up to no good with some new mates over the road.

After the party we headed off to the taverna again as we’d not planned anything for tea, and had… chop and chips, for a change (with salad this time). And then, on the way home, we came across a very strange thing left lying around the square. Well, outside Lefteris’ kafeneion. It’s some kind of buoy I think, or a large fishing float, or… well, you’ll know what it is, I just don’t now it’s official name. Stephen, I think. I assume it fell out of someone’s pocket when they were having a drink.

And so on to the week ahead. No parties, no dinners, nothing getting in the way of early nights and early mornings. Something I have been getting used to with the more than usually noisy alarm cat and his 4.30 a.m. antics. At that hour he’s usually outside screaming to come in, then when you drag yourself out of bed and let him in, he doesn’t want what you’ve offered for breakfast so goes and sleeps on the sofa. Just when you think it’s safe to go back to bed he’s up and about again and threatening to wake the rest of the neighbourhood, so you end up sitting up with him and going to work at five. Or six, as was the case this morning. Ah well. Yawn.

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Happy birthday Sarah! (Will try and ring you later.)

But first: Strange behaviour from the Blue Star ferry yesterday, at least it looked odd from up here.

The boat came in around 09.00 and I thought I’d get a shot of it while also watching it on Marine Traffic, not that I was bored or anything. It’s something I have meant to do for a while; an excuse to show you the shipping site which you might find useful if and when you’re next heading to Symi, or anywhere really. As long as you are going by boat. No point looking at it to see if your plane is on time.

So, I noticed the boat was coming in and slowing down, though the traffic site showed it still out a way – it doesn’t appear to get in any closer than that on this site, not for Symi anyway. I noticed that the coastguard boat (navy boat) was out in Nimos Sound, out of the way, ready for the Blue Star to come in. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But then the Blue Star started coming in sideways which I’ve not seen happen on a calm day before.

Apparently it is, or was, missing its back thrusters which is why it couldn’t dock the other week in high seas and hard weather, maybe that’s why it slid in sideways yesterday. Anyway, it was a bit odd and then it stayed around of half an hour. And then it left really slowly as well. At one point I thought it had forgotten something and couldn’t remember what. It kind of hung there off the clock tower a little way out and paused. Perhaps the captain had nipped off to make a brew and no one wanted to head on out until he got back. It did eventually leave and headed off to Rhodes.

There, not a thrilling story but better than nothing. And, writing ‘Nimos Sound’ made me head to the map to see if the bay actually has a formal name as I just made up Nimos Sound for the stretch of water between Symi and Nimos. Apparently, according to the maps it’s just called Symi Bay, but I did notice something interesting while map-browsing. The bay on the south of Diapori, the headland that nearly touches Nimos (Diapori being the shallow channel between the two) has a name: Kokkinochoma Bay.

This sent me to my dictionary to check up on something and that gave me the unsurprising answer I was expecting. The question was, ‘what does Kokkinochoma’ mean? The answer I expected, and the correct answer as it turned out, is: Red soil (earth, dust or ground). Κόκκινο χώμα as two words. And that becomes obvious when you look over there and see the colour of the rocks. Red.

So, there you go. A Saturday morning piece of non-information and a couple of new words to put in your vocabulary. Have a good weekend! (PS, me rug was intentional.)

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