What goes round..!

Praying for a drop in the wind

 

Fortunately Greyrocks has no brief to promote tourism to Paleochora! It has been a historically long period of very high winds and deserted beaches. Popular sayings are: "This isn't funny anymore!", "We are going to have to look for somewhere else to go!",  "Imagine if this was your only week's holiday!" and "Still! Mustn't grumble!" (The last only from long-stayers and residents and through gritted (sandy) teeth!)

Just before the windy spell we saw our first praying mantis at the cantina. Apparently this brings luck. Something wrong there, then!



Better cover up that lamb, then!

 We are also, of course, emerging from the dreaded August Assumption onslaught, when moving around the village is impeded by flocks of Greeks tourists "parking" as only they know how. (Quadruple outside the supermarket, doors open while they visit the periptero, middle of the road while they look for rooms!) As ever the talk is of whether overall they are a "good thing", given that only the cheapest of restaurants see any benefit. Those that came for the beach will have enjoyed Thursday the 15th itself, which was fine. Yannis at the cantina organised the spit-roasting of two lambs, and the place heaved. Delicious! Since then, however, the weather has been a disaster, with heavy cloud on Saturday.