This morning I walked down through Megali Mandineia to the coast. En route I noticed that the VW camper van is still there at least 25 years on. From the village to the coast I was accompanied at a distance … Continue reading
Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, … Continue reading
A repeat of last year’s ride, except that I also saw some exquisite white crocuses.
Eat your heart out, Caspar David Friedrich. I had never cycled the short stretch of dead-end road above Exohori . . . but what an end! The path continues further into the gorge, and it both beckoned and repelled me. … Continue reading
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I was unfair to Marathopolis yesterday. On my walk to buy some toothpaste this morning I discovered the older kernel of the village. (Given what an ideal position it is in, Marathopolis may indeed be a very old port.) It was … Continue reading
I sat out this afternoon’s dramatic thunderstorms in a café in Gargaliani (masculine plural, as I eventually recalled), spinning out my χωριάτικη σαλάτα. As the heavy rain turned briefly to hail, I heard behind me a cry that it would … Continue reading
The sea (if not the shoreline) is almost back to normal after cyclone Zorbas (which, I learn, is called by a pharmaceutical-sounding hybrid – a “medicane”); it’s regained its usual October clarity and glassiness. I can now see clearly my … Continue reading