I go to the hills…
We both managed to get in a walk yesterday. While Neil heads off down the road to the harbour, around and up the hill past Nos beach, and then back, taking in the town square and coming up the road again (roughly five miles), I go to the hills…
…‘when my heart is lonely’ (it’s not, don’t worry, it’s packed in there with all my other bits and pieces, so has plenty of company). And now I have the Sound of Music stuck in my head. ‘I know I will hear what I heard before,’ and that was the sound of hawks in the valley and water running through the pipes that come from the natural spring at ‘to Vrisi’ and run alongside the path from there to Agia Marina. I did take a video so you can hear the sound, but it will have to go up on the Symi Dream Fakebook page instead, so look out for it there.
And while we’re on the subject of ‘The S of M’, have you ever studied the lyrics? I mean, most are charming and seem to work perfectly, but when you take a closer look… What does a lark learning to pray actually sound like? ‘To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.‘ Come to that, why would a bird be praying, and who the hell is teaching it, and why is it at school… at night? I don’t know. Very pretty and all that, but not the kind of deep question you want in your head at this time of day.
I may go to the hills later this morning, it depends on the weather and it’s too dark at the moment to see the forecast, i.e. look out of the window, though the wind has been buffeting our north-facing house already, so it might not be the most pleasant day for a stroll. So, instead, I shall battle on with Clearwater 6, and let you get on with your day.
