Windy memories

You can’t really see much from my photo, but I tried to get a shot showing the waves being whipped up under an easterly wind on Sunday. It’s still banging around the roof on Monday morning, and it’s only force five or six. Sometimes, when it’s really windy, you can see the breakers crashing against the rocks of Nimos even from up here in the village.

A memory popped up on my timeline on FB over the weekend. It showed Neil doing a handstand on a bench in Mandraki a few years ago. It says it was 2015, in which case we would have been on our way back from Vienna, Prague, Hungary and Serbia, but I am sure it was when we were coming back from Transylvania in 2013. We went there for my 50^th, as it was a place I always wanted to go, and had a great time in Bucharest and the Carpathians, but got stuck in Rhodes for five days because of the weather. That was due to the wind, which stopped even the Blue Star from sailing. After two days in a hotel in Rhodes, you start to run out of things to do, after three, you’re starting to go stir crazy, and after four… Well, it’s open season on entertainment, and you have to make your own. In our case, another walk around the headland while battling the wind, doing handstands on benches, watching the waves crash over the seawall, and wondering if there was anywhere open in the New and Old Towns that we’d not yet explored. Still, we got through it, spent about as much money in Rhodes in five days as we did in two weeks in Romania, and finally made it home. The story is a warning for anyone coming over at that time of year, especially if you’re only visiting for a few days.

But that was then, and this is now, and nothing much is open anyway. [Hearsay alert:] Apparently, tourists have been spotted in the village. Visitors, at least. Perhaps homeowners, else how else did they get here? The country is opening up to Israeli tourists, I hear, and experiments are running on Rhodes and elsewhere to see if some kind of all-inclusive tourist holidays might work until the country is able to open up to ‘tourists proper.’

Meanwhile, I am still battling through the first draft of what’s turning out to be a very long novel that will need a lot of cutting. The shutters are shut, but at least it’s not cold, and I’ve hardly seen any daylight for a while. That’s mainly thanks to my addiction to writing stories which keeps me at the computer from five in the morning until midday, and my compulsion to watch ‘just another series’ of some Australian reality show in the afternoon, during which my mind wanders and creates the next chapter.

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Quiet Weekend

Another quiet weekend has passed. The highlight was a walk down to Yialos in the spring sunshine. Renovation work continues on the corner house on the Kali Strata. Other building work is going on elsewhere, and those earth bags are still down across some steps, as I showed you last week. In Greece, some shops are officially allowed to reopen from Monday, but most non-essential shops in the harbour were closed, not that we needed them. People were about their business, though at this time of year, you’d usually see business owners preparing buildings and stores, cafes and tavernas ready for the season, and some would already be open. Not so this year, sadly. Not yet.

The Poseidon is back, and we waved to Yianni from a distance. The boat looks fine and renewed as it always does at this time of year. The sun was out, and no jackets were required. I even had to take off a layer as it was colder in our house than outside, where it reached 24 in the afternoon.

A bit of shopping from Sotiris on the way back up, and then home. Not the most riveting day out, but it made a change from typing 4,000 words a day. In the house, the flowers Neil bought me from V & M Flower shop on the Kali Strata are still going strong after a week and have now all opened. There are a few weak mosquitoes about, and I’m expecting the house spiders to reappear soon, as they tend to do for one or two days at this time of year (the big ones). I’ve still not got around to fixing that washing machine tap drip, but the drips are being collected in a bucket, so the water is not going to waste. Meanwhile, I’m back at my desk, ploughing through the last book in a series and overwriting like hell, so there will be lots of editing to do once I get to the end of what’s already a 120k word first draft. If I ever get to the end. On which note, back to 1890 I go…

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Weekend photos

Continuing on from yesterday’s random photos, here are some more to see you through the weekend. These are from Neil. Hopefully, I will have more news to tell you Monday, not that I am planning to go anywhere or do anything much, but there’s nothing of note to tell you today, so simply enjoy these Symi spring photos.

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A few random photos

Just a few random photos today. I took the first one because I’d forgotten it was there until I opened the sitting room shutters after about two months of having them closed to keep the heat in. The others are from various strolls around the village over the past couple of months.

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Still on the Steps

Once upon a time, we had the Symi Dream shop and gallery on the Kali Strata. One afternoon, we had just set everything up for the opening of a new exhibition, put tables outside for the wine and so on, and were waiting to welcome guests to one of the Monday night wine nights with added art. And then this JCB came trotting up the steps… Well, maybe not trotting, and it was more like a small BobCat, but this mechanical digger appeared at Kali Strata corner and began its way up to Georgio’s taverna. I wish I still had the photo of that to show you, but I don’t. Instead, there are a couple showing the precautions taken (or not) when other machines need to come up and down the steps. In this case, we’re just below the Kali Strata corner.

Neil put up a photo like this on Facebook the other week, so you may have seen it. The blue arrangement is bags of soil or sand put there to create a temporary slope for the… whatever machine is being used. It looks like it’s driven up past the high school to reach the steps where the jazz bar used to be and then turned right. Heading down, it veers off where the two tall trees stand and has cut a path across the space there. Apparently, those trees are unusual for the island, so I hope it doesn’t damage them, and I also hope the plants that were under this path grew back and the site recovers. That’s only because I’ve always liked the view. The depth of field as you walk down and look off that way, the light between the trees hitting the foliage beneath them, always gave that small area a magical, still quality, particularly in the afternoons. Hey ho. Work goes on, and it’s good that people have employment and that they have tried to protect the steps.

In local news: all very quiet apart from the ‘biker boys’ and their baffling baffle-less mopeds at 3.30 in the morning. Expecting the edge of a storm to come over us today, but no sign of it yet, book writing continues… um… that is all.

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