I slept well and finally awoke – late – it was already daylight! Unheard of! And there was something else strange – no wind! Silence and a stillness prevailed.
I enquired of H if she was ready for her walk … she was a bit non committal.
We took the car down to what they call The Big Beach here and we parked up at the far end. H jumped out of the car and bolted towards the beach taverna which was very distant. Hardly visible. No doubt after droppings or scraps. She was greeted enthusiastically by the two beach dogs that we met yesterday. She ignored me!
But she got on nicely with the beach dogs and they ran and chased each other for quite some time as I struggled across the sand. I was ankle deep in the stuff.
I felt a bit like Peter O Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. (except he probably did not really struggle with sand) The sand was hard work. There was lots of it, just like in Lawrence. It felt firm(ish) and then suddenly gave way. But the beach is kept unbelievably clean and smooth. Or maybe that was the wind at work.
The dogs arrived at the water’s edge and even that sand was not that firm. And suddenly the beach dogs disappeared as though responding to some secret summons.
H and I admired the luxurious cushioned sunbeds and wandered past the beach taverna towards the car.
Unfortunately she cleverly re-excavated the bit of bone she had found yesterday. I had removed it and re buried it. But not well enough it seems.
Something familiar caught my attention as we got into the car. A strong gust of wind. Oh no not again I thought.
I returned to cook T a delicious brekkie from various items that needed eating and then I waited for the sun to come round to the front of the apartment. I started off sitting in the sun at the back where there is a pretty little terrace.
The day passed us by as we sat in the sun and did nothing much. T kept disappearing for little ’wanders ’ which can be quite alarming as I am never sure if he will reappear at all, here or in someone else’s rooms.
The ’grounds’ here consist of some lovely paving below which is the car park set amongst olive trees and below that are terraces of the same. Today was the day they started harvesting the olives. An electric hand held shaker on a long reach, brings the olives to the ground onto nets. They are then tipped into crates complete with leaves and other debris before being taken to a mill to be compressed into oil. The olives are tiny
compared with the ones you eat. There will be a very good harvest this year.
Later, we headed towards the beach again, and because it was, once more, quite windy down there, we took a late lunch at the restaurant where we enjoyed the sunset yesterday . It was just as nice in daylight. T indulged in some huge grilled prawns – twice as many for half the price of the B and W. And equally tasty.
We thought about going to view Ancient Falasarna but the thought of our sunny terrace was more enticing.
So that is my lazy day.
Thought for the Day
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