I’ve noticed there’s been an interest in the greenery of late. Many visitors arrive here in the summer or later in the year when the island has been sitting under the sun for several months. By then, the green has given way to the heat of summer, and everything looks a bit barren. Unless you come in the spring, that’s how you remember the island, so today, in response to a few enquiries via our Facebook page, I thought I’d throw up some pictures taken over the last couple of weeks, both by myself and by Neil. Not everywhere on the island is as green and fertile as this, but spring plants are up and about everywhere. Some places, like the valley and down at Marathunda, are lusher because that’s the way the land lies, while elsewhere, the hills are greenish with herbs and shrubs. So, while I plough on with chapter six of the next story, enjoy some plant life which you may not see by the time you get here in June, or whenever.
I can’t remember when it started, but I think it was between Christmas and New Year. I was wasting a morning browsing Facebook when I took a look at a ‘reel’ not knowing exactly what they were. Turns out, they are short videos, and they can be fun. They can also be stupid, nasty, pointless, daft, you name it. It’s part of today’s culture of showing off nonsense while making money, I guess, like all these other programmes and platforms that are fine for other people but don’t bother me. Like them, I guess it’s a case of each to his own and all that.
(Meanwhile, in the valley…)
You can find all kinds of oddments on these things, and my morning viewing (which I’ve got down to the time it takes to drink a mug of tea) includes some things I’d not asked for because you don’t ask, they just appear, and usually they are things that have nothing to do with what I like, view or buy. Example: I regularly see a group of young men in India (I think), who pose as statues while covered in mud. That’s actually quite poignant at times and artistic. There’s a whole barrage of silly cats, dangerous drivers, and people losing their mobile phones, and I notice a current trend for young men to waggle their equipment through their shorts and joggers. Whether what they are sporting is real or not is up for debate, as is whether I want to see that with my morning PG Tips, but one can always scroll on by to the tours around exotic locations, beautiful cities, and AI-generated ridiculousness.
So, having entertained myself with his kind of thing for long enough, I thought I would start adding reels to the Symi Dream Facebook page, and yesterday I uploaded my first short video to the ‘reels’ section. You will be pleased to know it’s not me covered in mud (we’ve had no rain since early March), it’s not me falling off a skateboard, doing gymnastics, being attacked by a cat/dog/snake/random seagull, and nor is there any waggling. It’s simply a view from the balcony early in the morning accompanied by natural sounds. I’ll add more over time, meanwhile, you can view it by clicking over to: the reels section of the Symi Dream Facebook page.
It looks like the tourist season has well and truly started, or at least, there are visitors here enjoying their Easter break. Things may quieten down after Western Easter, but for now, we have warm weather, calm seas, day-trip boats and visitors staying on the island. It seems too close to winter, as though winter shouldn’t have finished yet (and maybe it hasn’t, and the cold winds will return), but it’s good to see, and good for those who have businesses.
The King Saron has been calling in, and the Sebeco is up and running again, offering daily trips to and from Rhodes. Tavernas and shops, bars and cafés are opening in the harbour, and the next thing you know, people will be swimming in the sea. Mind you, the beach tavernas don’t usually open until later in the season when the taxi boats start running. I heard, but I’m not 100% sure about this, that they apply for six-month licences, rather than annual ones, so they make their six-month season from, say, May to October. Mind you, May is only a month away, yet it only seems like last week we were in Athens celebrating New Year.
Still, life in this house continues as normal. Yesterday, I worked on chapter five of my next book, did some publicity admin for the others, had a look around for some new freelance writing or editing work, and the godson came for his piano lesson in the afternoon. After that, he worked on his Yamaha kit while I began on a Book Nook puzzle. They’re not really puzzles, not once you work out how the instructions work and that only takes a second. They are model kits and very detailed they are too. It took me two hours to build the front of a bookcase.
Not my one, but this kind of thing.
Today, under another clear and calm sky, I have an online meeting with my pension people, chapter five to finish, the new Mozart piece to bring up to scratch, and I’d like to go for a ramble, but I’m not sure yet whether my online meeting is at 11.00 my time or there’s, which would be Dublin, though it could be Madrid depending on who is phoning, so I might be needed at 11.00, 12.00 or even 13.00.
Whatever, it’s a lovely day.
Well, that was blustery. Yesterday, according to Windfinder, the wind was up to force six. Felt more like force 16 at our house, with the roof tiles rattling in new ways, the aircon unit vibrating up on the roof, and the windows shuddering as though a freight train was coming through. Strangely, the shutters didn’t come away from their moorings and start banging about, but all kinds of things were flying through the air. Across the water, the sea was smashing against the rocks at Nimos and along the coast, and I didn’t see any boats venture out. My phone camera doesn’t do it justice, you; need the sound to go with the sight, but it’s better than nothing.
The spray was blowing inland across the top of the water in great gusts, and there was plenty of white blown up and about. Among all this wind was half the Sahara Dessert, apparently. [It’s made with whipped cream, sponge and custard, a little like a triffle. Of course, I meant to write Desert and trifle…] There’s a great big cloud of very fine dust being blown across Europe as far north as the top of Italy, and although it happens every year and more than once, this year apparently, it’s bigger than before. The government have issued health warnings for anyone sensitive to fine dust, I guess, and the next time it rains, we’ll probably get what they call ‘red rain’, where the sand dust washes down from the atmosphere. It might mean you have to clean your outside surfaces afterwards, but at least it gets the stuff out of the air.
Today, though, it’s as calm as you like at, at seven in the morning, already 18 degrees. It’s hazy out there, but a good day for a short walk which I will do later before continuing with chapter four of the new book. That’s after I’ve done a little publicity to try and sell the others, and after I’ve posted my last photo of the week, the neat line of bikes on the top of the Pedi road. Made me wonder what was going on, except nothing was going on, it was simply where local folk park. Have a good weekend.
I’m talking about myself here. I’ve just published the latest Victorian mystery in my ongoing series of novels set, in this case, in 1892. You can find ‘Follow the Van’ by following that link. [Btw: the link is to Amazon.com, if you’re in the UK, then change the .com to .co.uk, otherwise it will tell you the book isn’t available. The same goes for other countries, Canada, Australia, France, Germany, Denmark, Spain… wherever you are.]
The first of the three series starts in 1888 with the hunt for the East End Ripper and the characters and story develop from there through 11 books and into series two. There, you find seven books, new characters coming and going but the core team remains strong, and that series then ends with a massive treasure hunt. Meanwhile, series three has been set up, and now, I am starting to write book four of that series. These are all fun mysteries under my pen name, and you can find all the books on my second Amazon page here.
I’ve got another Amazon author page under my real name, and that’s where you can find much earlier books and my Symi collection, as advertised over there on the right of this page. I’m lucky in that many people who go to read both authors are people who’ve been to Symi, who we have met and who I know, but I am also pleased to say I have many readers from all around the world. That might make me sound terribly popular and doing rather well, but that’s not always the case – being popular I mean. Or doing rather well, come to that, but now, my 40 + books pay for their own publishing, so at least I’m not losing out.
I’ve often been asked how I publish my own works on Amazon, and it’s surprisingly simple when you know how. However, the process takes too long to explain in any one article or blog post, or even conversation. If you’re interested to read about the basics, and see a quick summary of how I go about publishing, then check out the article I wrote for my other blog:
Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with the above random photos of Symi which don’t reflect today’s weather, which is cloudy and windy, though not overly cold. Still, a day for staying in and feeling lazy. Once I’ve written the next chapter.
