Symi mist
The season of mist and mellow fruitfulness it isn’t, we’re still in summer and not Keats’ autumn, and yet yesterday was a morning of mist and mellow… something, I dare say. The balcony rail was damp at four in the morning, and the night was sultry. The Blue Star came in slightly late, perhaps it had been delayed by fog, and there were banks of it rolling towards Symi from the north-west, pouring between the island and the islet of Nimos, and creeping up and over the west coast of the island above Nimborio. My phone camera’s zoom had some trouble focusing, but I hope you get the picture from these pictures.
You will be pleased to learn that we attended to the vine on Tuesday, at least Neil did while I went shopping, and it is no longer a danger to passing traffic, not until the next time it needs cutting back at least. Apart from the shopping, I also finished off the draft of a new Clearwater mystery, and can now give it a rest for a few days before giving it a final read and edit before sending it to the proofreader. That leaves me wandering about wondering what to do next. I’ll wait and see what my mind is in the mood for and if anything pops into the void left by finishing a manuscript.
Meanwhile, here are some more and similar shots from yesterday’s unusually misty morning.
