Friday, 28 October 2022

Summer’s Almost Gone and Winter’s Coming On

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Today (sometime in mid-October)  I've put on a long sleeved top for the first time since maybe May.  There's definitely a taste of winter in the air. I went for a walk this evening, hoping to come across a few late figs, to find nothing but branches and leaves.  Even the debris of ripe figs under the trees had gone; the fruit had disappeared without trace.  I was not ready for this! I think this is just a trailer for winter, not winter itself which shouldn't really begin here until December. But the skies are somewhat cloudy and the wind is from the north.


 

The fig trees are the most evocative to me of the passing seasons.  When we arrived for the first time in Marediana in early March 2018, the fig trees were spectacularly bare.  Very soon the tiny but perfectly formed leaves appeared and rapidly grew - here’s March 19th 2018.



Of course we then have to wait a long time until the fruit appears in late summer. Feral figs seem to drop fruit haphazardly and most are not gathered.  There is only a short time between becoming edible and the insects making a home in them. On the plus side, the trees keep producing ripe fruit for several weeks.  I eat them on our walks out of the front door here.  Although Kissamos is a town, there is plenty of infill agriculture in the shape of chickens, goats, cattle, even an occasional horse.  Actually, there is a problem with these walks.  The rural Greeks are by and large not too good to their animals.  It doesn’t appear to be deliberate cruelty, just a sort of traditional carelessness for the animals’ welfare.  Kids cry for their mothers, and nanny goats for their kids.  The fattening heifers have no  outdoor shade.  Dogs are too often tied up, used as canine burglar alarms, their only social contact is the barking of other four legged prisoners.  We are not their friends. There is recent legislation here to improve animal welfare, but it will take a while to seep through.  We might be deterred from walking locally because to see this is upsetting, but we are also aware that far greater cruelty is inflicted on mass produced animal ‘crops’ like pigs, chickens, dairy sheep, goats and cows, in the name of cheap food and profit.  I am sorry to say that I find dairy a difficult one to ditch from our diet.  I go for vegan alternatives when I can, but cheese is a hard act to follow.  On the selfish plus side, my calcium levels are good.


Kissamos is returning to its winter state, although still with a sprinkling of tourists.   I think I haven’t much written about Kissamos/Kastelli since 2020.  Expect more! This season has been a windfall one for tourists in Greece, and Kissamos ha been busy, but not packed.  It looks as though they were just establishing a their tourist summer trade post-crisis when the pandemic happened.  So maybe they lost a bit of momentum.  The tourism is quite low key - no huge resorts or massive hotels.  There is a small run of tavernas along the sea front, barely half a dozen.  A few other stony beaches a little further from the town with one or 2 tavernas, a couple of campsites.  Our favourites are the ones slightly further away from the town, with reefs and rocks - good places for snorkelling and generally being around the fish.  I am hoping to get a few shots  before winter.  Sometimes it is just so beautiful that I can’t really believe what I am seeing.  At Falassarna we see underwater sand ripples that have pink crests.  There are arches and caves, like aquaria scaled up.  If it’s not too wavy, we swim out around the rocks and see bigger fish.  Sometimes I feel a bit scared.  I find the mask and snorkel very comforting, also the proximity of the rocks, which weirdly make me feel more secure in the water.

Sometimes we see tiny fish, miniatures of the adults.  They look like jewellery.  Wrass are painted in tropical colours, with a tracery of neon blue lines.  In other places we see nurseries full of clouds of tiny fish.  And a few weeks ago, an orgy of mating hermit crabs in a shallow rock pool.  The rock pool is next to a set of fossilised pre-human footprints dated to more than 6 million years ago; the exact species is not known.
 



What I’m reading / listening to

Lucy by the Sea: From the Booker-shortlisted author of Oh William! by [Elizabeth Strout]

To continue the seaside theme:  the new novel by Elizabeth Strout picks up the story of Lucy Barton, one of her previously developed characters, in 2020, in the time of Covid.  (For those of you who haven’t read Sprout’s series, it is set in New England; one of them, OLIVE AGAIN, won a Pulitzer Prize).  Lucy is practically kidnapped by William, her ex-husband.  He removes her from her life in New York, taking her to a rented house in Maine, where he intends them both to stay and wait out the pandemic.  William is a scientist, a chemist; Lucy is a writer.  This book is especially poignant for me, recalling as it does the early days of the pandemic lockdowns, when protection was paramount, and sickness too often resulted in death.  There are many differences between Lucy and me.  Lucy and William have several children, I think 4 between them; we have none.  Lucy is widowed; I am married.  Lucy could walk to the sea; we could not, during the first lockdown.  But the point for me is that our lives, my life, Al’s life, are still restricted, allbeit voluntarily.  
William kidnapped Lucy.  We have kidnapped ourselves.  Some of Lucy’s friends in New York die of ‘the virus’;  none of our friends and relatives have died, but many, maybe most, have been sick with it, and some have not healed.  The statistics are piling up for long Covid, and the true nature of the disease is becoming clearer: it’s not a respiratory disease like flu, but a disease affecting the blood vessels, which goes some way to explaining its very diverse symptoms.  Understandably, we don´’t want to catch it.  
In Europe, and, so far as we can judge, America, the burden of prevention has been placed firmly on the shoulders of individuals.  The advice is still there on public health websites: get vaccinated, wear a mask in crowded indoor spaces, test, stay home etc etc. But the evidence of our own eyes, what we see around us, is that the virus is not worth worrying about.  Mask wearing is too restrictive, we need to hug our friends, we have to go out for a drink / a concert, a film, a restaurant meal;  for the sake of our mental health we need to get back to ‘normal’.  Here’s the thing - of course we realise that not everyone can shelter in the way we do.  Because we were in Crete at the start of the lockdown, and chose to stay, it was natural to cultivate our virtual lives.  WhatsApp, Zooms, this blog all gained a significance.  I even started to write more emails to friends, emails that looked more like letters.  Historically many relationships have flourished through the post.  
My point is that everyone should be able to work, move freely in their world, have their children attend school in safety.  As a society we, in the rich world, have not tolerated such a risk to life and health in modern times.  Current UK infections from Covid around 2 or 3 million.  Deaths only in the 10s per day, not the hundreds but still far more than we would tolerate in road accidents or plane crashes.  There has been a passive acceptance of the lack of public health information , support for self-quarantine, clean, filtered air in public spaces of all kinds, mask wearing as part of daily life where safety can’t be guaranteed.  These are normal actions that a society can take, not the ‘draconian’ measures that we have been told to fear.  The political parties seem to have no interest in this strategy, preferring to take the easier line that we are in a post-pandemic world.
For more detail on the research regarding blood vessel damage, you could take a look at Indie SAGE on YouTube October 28, where a couple of serious researchers really unpack the latest findings.  You could skip the data summary for the UK, not much change there, so go in ar ound 15 minutes.

More Men than Women, More Goats than Cats

I have been complaining about missing art exhibitions since living here in Crete.  Walking through Chania on Thursday, waiting for the car to be serviced, I saw the banner for a John Craxton Exhibition, right under my nose.  I first encountered his work at a British Museum exhibition that I went to in 2018.  ‘Charmed Lives in Greece’ at the British Museum and concurrent with the much larger and more spectacular Rodin exhibition,  ‘Charmed Lives’ was a bit of a B feature, rather tucked away, but hugely interesting to me, since we had spent 2 months in Crete in 2018 and planned a second stay in 2020.   The lives belonged to John Craxton, Patrick Leigh Fermor and Nikos Hadjikyriakos-Ghikas.
John is the most interesting character to me, seduced by Crete and in love with the place for the rest of his life.  He bought a semi-derelict Venetian palazzo overlooking Chania old harbour, where his ashes are scattered.
This blog is long enough, so take a look at the link if you want to know more!!
[https://www.johncraxton.org/charmed-lives-in-greece-exhibition-at-the-british-museum/] 

 LINKS
Indie SAGE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZegZXIMpYk
Footprints: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trachilos_footprints
Craxton: https://www.johncraxton.org/charmed-lives-in-greece-exhibition-at-the-british-museum/
Lucy:   https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lucy-Sea-Booker-shortlisted-author-William/dp/0241606993
Other retailers are available!!
Music: [Sometimes I Might Be Introvert - just because I like the title!]

 

COMING SOON: What's happening to the Plot / build ?

Thursday, 25 August 2022

Snork Maiden - Vide Bateau

 

2022

 

Ready to sail 2014
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our sailing yacht, Snork Maiden, has been judged by the insurers to be ‘beyond economic repair’, due to interior fresh water flooding whilst stored on land.  France The insurers may accept an offer for the boat, and this could be of interest to someone who wanted to do the work themselves.  So far as we know the hull is sound and the spars and standing rigging are in good condition.  There is a complete set of running rigging available by separate negotiation.
If interested in making an offer for the boat, please contact Jenny Jones by email
shark@thesea.co.uk
Or telephone Al Lethbridge who speaks fluent French +44 7973 563639
We will pass on the details for the offer.
The boat can be seen at
JMS chantier
Port du Corps de Garde
Poitou Charente
17230
Contact: Benoit Gresanleux
+33 (0) 6 76 45 86 99‬

Sadler 29 1982
Here is a full description of the boat.  This vessel was number 004 out of the mould and was finished by the first buyer.  So she is not ‘unsinkable’ and as a consequence there is much more storage space than is standard in these boats.  She is very well equipped and well suited to passage making.  She has been stored on land every winter since we have owned her (1 exception) and has currently been ashore for several years. Draft is 1.52 metres with a fin keel design.  There is a 2-bladed prop.  The rudder is hung on a skeg and was rebuilt professionally in 2010.  Surveyed 2018.  (Survey available on request).


Cockpit is spacious and comfortable with wooden slats.  There is a large locker on the port side.  Separate gas locker. Fuel tank 60L.  Nexus wireless wind instrument with separate display, depth and speed combined sensor all with cockpit display, mounted above companionway.  Digital Yacht chart plotter & AIS display.

 






 

Forward of main cabin, separated by a louvered door, are heads on the P side, washbasin, cupboard and good-sized dry locker on S side.  Sea toilet is a Blake’s Baby – highly efficient, not subject to blockages if treated well and completely odour free. Going forward there is a double V berth cabin with infill.   There are sail lockers beneath the berth, and a flexi-tank forward of those, carrying 115L of water. Storage shelf above narrow end of V.

 

ALL INTERIOR PHOTOS TAKEN BEFORE THE FLOODING.  THEY GIVE AN IDEA OF HOW THE BOAT CAN LOOK, AND WHAT MIGHT BE SALVAGABLE.




  

 

 

 

 

 

Deck & Rigging: sloop rig with mainsail (2014) from Le Bihan. 4 battens. Basic lazyjack system, slab reefing with ‘dog ears’.  Standing rigging 2014. 6 Lewmar winches (jib sheet winches are 2 speed). Mainsheet traveller above companionway.  Selden solid vang. Spinlock clutches to P. 4 headsails – Genoa, working jib, #3 – can be reefed, storm jib (unused).  All with sail bags, maintained every season.  2 sets of tracks to give maximum flexibility in positioning genoa cars (2 sets). Spare / spinnaker halyards. Adjustable backstay.  Flag halyards.




 Machinery: Bukh diesel HV20 – now water damaged, needs re-build / replacement


Instruments & Electronics: Nexus wind speed, direction, speed log, depth sounder.  Furuno radar, Furuno Navtex, Battery indicator, Garmin GPS.  May be some damage from damp.

Ground tackle:  25lb CQR with chain & rode in separate bow anchor locker.  Spare Danforth, Fisherman, small grapple for use with dinghy.

Miscellaneous: 2 new 110 amp hour batteries, boat hook, buoy grabber, mooring lines, fuel & water containers. Awning, wind scoop. Some cooking equipment, crockery, cutlery.

ITEMS TO BE SOLD SEPARATELY 

The items listed below are all invaluable to a small cruising yacht.  We will accept realistic offers. 

SEA FEATHER Wind vane steering: a robust, reliable and elegant self-steering system for sailboats, beautifully crafted in first quality materials. For details see website.   http://sea-feather.co.uk/ 

Sea Feather mount - custom made for boat but would probably transfer to any flat stern.

Offers over 500 euros please.


The Sea Feather had been coated with WD40 and wrapped in plastic, so no damage (it was on the aft bunk, not flooded; in any case, it was built for use at sea).  Spare wind vane.  Wooden rudder just visible.


 

Sea Feather illustration - handbook.

VHF not available.

 

 

Dinghy:  Tinker Tramp. Rigid floor. Canvas cover. Repair kit. Inflator.  Oars. Sorry no photos.  As seen.  Punctured inner tube on one side, but outer tubes good when last used.

Offers over 200 euros



 
2-stroke outboard engine MERCURY 3.3 hp - not tested

Offers - dependent on working order.

 

 


VIKING LIFE RAFT - good quality, regularly serviced, valise type.  Outer bag was flooded, but liferaft in sealed waterproof container. May be inspected.

If intact, offers over 300 euros.  These liferafts cost around 2000 euros when new. 








Tiller Extension - good quality, aluminium.  Very comfortable to use, length adjustable. Mounting peg on tiller.


Offers over 20 euros

 Headlining material - several metres of cream 'leather look' lining plus some adhesive.  Stored indoors.  Benoit has access.

Workbench - small, unused, in store - 10 Euros

2 X Raymarine ST 1000 tiller pilots

Need to check working order and offer accordingly. 

Spinnaker (whisker pole)
Offers from 50 euros


 

Many other items - mooring lines, galley equipment, water damaged but useable charts and pilot books, workbench, diesel, solvents, please help yourself to any of these items.  No charge, donate to a sea rescue charity if you wish.

Please leave cash with Benoit at JMS Chantier in Charron, or request our bank account details.

All photos here are pre-flood.


  Powered portable cool box (mains or 12V)

 

Some tools and spares available.
Pilot books
Lee cloth

 

 

 

 

 

Many items have been superficially damaged, but can be salvaged.  Some items are stored by Benoit at JMS.  The boat itself belongs now to the insurance company (see above) but all the rest belongs to us.  We are anxious that anything useable is disposed of before winter rains begin, so please take a look and help yourelf to small items.  make offers to us as necessary by email or phone.  We live in Greece, so cannot deal with enquiries in person.  You could use Facetime or something similar if you want to bargain or discuss individual items. 


Jenny Jones +44 7836 538873

Al Lethbridge +44 7973 563639

shark@thesea.co.uk

Benoit Gresanleux
+33 (0) 6 76 45 86 99‬

Additional photos

Miscellaneous goods

Spares




 

Monday, 15 August 2022

France 2022: A Night to Remember - Brittany and South again


 Music

So here we are, leaving Marans at last We have raided Bricomart and have a tarp over all of the Snork Maiden inventory that just might be worth saving / selling.  We will be sorry to leave the campsite which is spacious, wooded (first night was full of owls) and seems to attract few visitors.  


Maybe they are put off by the very busy N road that passes through the centre of what would otherwise be a pretty south-of-the-Loire town.  It is on the northern boundary of Nouvelle Aquitaine (the old Poitou-Charentes) and situated in the Marais Poitevin - a network of waterways that criss cross this naturally marshy area.  The original canals and ditches were dug out by local monks, helped out in the 17C by Dutch engineers.  They are a  prominent feature of the local landscape, although if you speed up the N135 you might not even notice they are there.  We have previously had some canoe adventures in the Venise-Verte area (somewhere in the blog archive) - always a good place to go in the heat, with it’s maze of navigable ditches shaded by trees.  


One evening we decided to explore the immediate surroundings of the campsite.  It started well with a walk along the first canal.  Men fishing, one a young chef who had decided life was better on a riverbank, with his dog, fishing for carp with his own-recipe ‘carp balls’.  He was hoping to perfect these and sell them commercially.  Another chap in a sort of inflatable fishing coracle that he powered along with flippered feet, a bit like a large rubber swan.  Nobody was catching much but they seemed content enough.  I think Al was looking longingly at the riverside houses we passed, some with their own landing stages or fishing platforms.  If it wasn’t for the region's current drought and heatwaves, he could be tempted.  

We turned in from the canal to follow a farm track.  Then another took us past a field o sunflowers and to what I hoped (thanks to Ms Google) would be the back of the campsite wood.  I didn’t bargain for the pair of ditches that separated us from our objective.  They wouldn’t have stopped the Ukrainian army, but they weren’t part of the evening stroll, so back we went, the long way, to the campsite at sunset an another one pot supper.

The next morning, or maybe the morning after, we were packed by around 11am and heading Northwards in the general direction of Brittany.  It’s a long way, and without an early start, maybe a bit too long, so we broke the journey along the way, just putting up the small tent for an overnight stop in a campsite by a lake in South Brittany.  Our small tent, for those of you who haven’t met it, is a quickly erected mountain tent, just big enough for the 2 of us, and with a small space for water bottles etc under front flysheet.  We bought it at a long defunct camping shop near the Shepherd’s Bush Roundabout, hungover, and just before closing time on a Saturday afternoon.  In spite of that, we made a good choice that’s given us decades of travelling shelter.  But in recent times, the main inner tent zip has given way, and despite a professional repair, has done so again.  The upshot of that is that it is no longer insect proof.  Not a problem at the lakeside, as it happened, but read on a bit.  Campsites with low hedges remind me of suburban gardens.

The green mark indicates 'safe to dive'

Morning, on the road by around 10am and bound for Trebeurden on Brittany’s Granite Rose coast.  Al has wanted to see this for a long time.  Like Cornwall, but pinker, and with the very distinctive spiky-rocks-in-the-water that I have only seen in Brittany.  They are terrifying to navigators, especially at high tide (and the tides are very high) when you just can’t see them.  There are places in Brittany where you can anchor at high water, and at low water find yourself and your boat completely encircled by rocks. 

The first thing we notice about North Brittany is that it is VERY TIDY.  After while I began to crave a throwaway coffee cup or crisp packet, just to demonstrate that somebody was alive in those grey roofed white houses.  The Bretons seem to either have over-strict planning laws or an ant-like consciousness that persuades them that walls must be white, roofs steep and grey tiled and gardens very, very tidy.  Small dormer windows are also popular. There is something crushingly well-ordered about this part of France that seems quite at odds with the Celtic spirit.  On the plus side, there is a sense of the civic mind at work for the common good.  Again, contradictory to the general behaviour of the French that suggests that they don’t give a stuff for Government.  Maybe it’s a matter of local vs central. (Pauline, I can sense you sharpening your comment quill.)



The campsite approach, according to Ms Google, was through a quiet suburban estate, followed by a nauseatingly steep hairpin and a precipitous entrance into the campsite which I can only describe as compact.  There were often 3 pitches where you might expect room for only one, but we squashed in between a caravan-tent-2 car party and a mini-caravan couple.  Much discussion over where our heads would be safest if any of the motors ran amok.  Yes, really.  


But the site was pretty, and best of all, there were steps down to the beach, as wild, seaweedy and as rocky as its location would suggest.  Maybe it was that first evening we explored the beach shack - actually a little above the beach on a rocky-concrete outcrop.  Excellent French french fries from unpeeled potatoes and later in the week we tried their steamed mussels as well.  And they were a source of cold beer and Fanta.  


We found the coastal walk that everyone does, but before that picnicked on a beach all to ourselves.  We found a cafe with a very nice proprietor who didn’t mind us carrying on a business meeting under his awning while he closed his cafe and went for Sunday lunch.  We went to Super-U at least twice - definitely our favourite with better taramasalata than I have had anywhere, Greece included.  

I am aware that my tourism notes are few.  You can PM me if you really want suggestions.

We made a sidetrip to Morlaix to meet Pauline and Chris, who have lived in France for more than a decade and moved to Brittany to be near the coast in Aber Wrac'h.  We had decided on a restaurant. Ms Google unobligingly sent us to the wrong side of the water (Morlaix has a tidal river and a marina with a lock).  Chris apparently spotted us on our false trajectory - he is a car identification genius, since there seemed to be very few Skoda Yetis in France - but failed to flag us down. Pauline kindly phoning us to let us know that we needed to turn around and go back.  How did we ever manage without mobiles?  And now do we REALLY know where we are?  
This meeting represented practically the only one we managed; between Snork Maiden and Covid, there were a few that didn’t materialise.  Maybe more about that in a future blog.  Or maybe not.   

After almost a week on our pitch, there was a bit of a booking confusion.  Maybe our fault, probably theirs.  Upshot - we were a night short.  The proprietor had a bit of a think, and said he had come up with a solution.  We would camp in Mia’s garden.  Mia turned out to be an absent 4 year old.  Her garden was vey nice with a gazebo, a Wendy house and miniature table with benches.  This let little room for the big tent, so we decided to pitch the small one.  No problem, except for THE MOSQITOES.  It was clear as soon as we went to bed that we had a giant sign on the tent saying FREE BLOOD FEAST, ALL WELCOME in mosquito language.  Al, sensibly as it turned out, headed for the car.  I thought a night in the car was pretty unappealing and hunkered down.  I thought I could hide in my bag, but it was very warm.  It’s hard to describe exactly how uncomfortable I was.  It’s the sound as much as the biting.  I thought about Deet, I thought about a sheet, I thought about shouting and weeping.  I didn’t sleep a wink all night.
 

Eventually it started to get light.  I crawled out of the tent, staggered up the steps and woke Al with my sad story.  I managed to doze off in the car for an hour or so  had a couple of cups of tea, packed the car and there we were, ready to head for home.  This was our turnaround point, around 2500 km from home.  

 

 

COMING SOON:   Ferry Good









Tuesday, 21 June 2022

Where's the Blog gone?

 Blog has migrated for a bit!  I shifted it to this site because I thought it was more secure when the Blogs were very personal and I wanted to keep them tight.  Now I am back to WORDPRESS because (a) I pay to keep the domain name (b) the editor has more facilities and (c) I can publish a draft or final straight from ULYSSES (thank you Terry Bennell for that - I really enjoy using it - recommended for anyone who writes anything).  So, here's the link to the latest (FRANCE 2022):

https://thenavigator.co.uk/uncategorized/france-2022/

P/W Boom2022

 Remember that the generic link is always

https://thenavigator.co.uk/

and you can look at the index for all blogs published there.


Monday, 9 May 2022

Years Are Like Horses: 22 April - 9 May 2022



Music Colours just because I feel like it! Probably a touch of nostalgia

Where are we?
From March 2020 until June 2021 we lived in the small village of Marediana. It’s quite different living here, in Kissamos, 5 minutes walk from the shops, the cardiologist, the  nearest cafe (The ‘Einstein’) practically at the end of our road. 

Actually we don’t go there because of it’s young, unmasked staff and clientele, although I am intrigued by it.  Marediana requires a car trip into the town, with no shops or cafes  nearer than a 45 minute walk, the return all uphill!  But Marediana, despite being in the country has a peace that the outskirts of Kissamos can’t match, with its scattered apartment blocks, broken up by small field, many with chickens and / or goats.

And yes, we can see the sea!



Getting Sorted
With a little help from an ex-bomb disposal handyman we now have some IKEA bookshelves and the box mountain is a little reduced on the lower slopes. 
With a little help from Spiros and his son we have also netted the front balcony so it is safe for OurCat.  That gives us more space and ventilation now the weather is getting warmer.    Noticeboard, paintings and more bookshelves soon.  The aim is to gain a guest room / summer sleeping space in a room with A/C.  (There are two units, neither of them in the bedroom.)

 Stuff Revisited / Who Knows where the time goes? 
I have been here (this subject) before, when we packed up to leave Bristol.  The house had already been ‘de-cluttered’ by a lady called Judy, who did an amazing job of thinning out every room so that it looked a lot like a place you could move into and populate with your own ‘stuff’ whilst still looking like a real lived-in home.
Judy filled around 40 boxes that went into a medium sided storage unit in the local Safestore.  Now those boxes have come home to roost here in Crete, and since Judy hasn’t come with them, I am faced with the task of sorting them out - what to keep, what to try to sell….  Or leave by the bins - local method of Freecycling.

Memories are Made of This

Of course you can’t possibly sift through ‘stuff’ without encountering memories popping out of every corner like naughty Proustian ghosts..  The music track is about memory but more significant is the date of the Dean Martin recording - 1955.  This is one of the songs that has lodged in my brain from childhood.  Housewives Choice, 2-Way Family Favourites, Workers’ Playtime - thank you Lord Reith.   
 

I think I can now acknowledge that I am a hoarder.  Not quite pathological, given what we have seen on TV, but really, at least one box of cook books AND 5 folders of clipped recipes.  4 mini disc recorders - because I thought they would be like gold dust after the apocalypse, a lifetime supply of envelopes, and then some, given that in 2 years I have posted about 3 letters from Greece.  A lifetime’s supply of anything is a reminder that life is short.  Years are like horses that you have ridden to get to this place.  Or, if you prefer, the black bin bag and the skip await us all.
 

On a more positive note, Al’s Mexican EP for BMG is netting thousands of plays on Spotify 😃.  Probably earns the price of a ☕️ but that’s not the point.  You can give it a listen here.  Try Baja Sunset.

And how is Al?  
Still feeling the after effects of the op, of course, with but walking and working in a somewhat measured way, finishing up albums for Universal and the BBC.  The studio room is taking shape with some more of the acoustic material going up today and the new speakers doing a good job.  We are planning a major summer trip, so more about this next time.

Shopping in Kissamos (skip this if not interested in food)
Following on from ’stuff’ - we are still careful about going into shops -  it does put a brake on consuming.  One trip usually on a Tuesday morning to the greengrocer first (what a lovely word) then a 2 minute drive to my favourite supermarket (ΣΚΛΑΒΕΝΗΙΤΗΣ).  With any luck and an early start I can get there when there are only a very few cars in the carpark.  The staff are all familiar faces and I suppose they recognise me too.  In the summer shopkeepers assume we are tourists, and of course that’s always a bit annoying.  They speak in English and that makes me want to shout BUT I LIVE HERE!  
The greengrocers’ is a different experience.  He greets me, and his wife often chats to me a bit, in Greek, of course.  I don’t understand everything she says but I can get the general drift, I think.  Because of the Corona years, the opportunity for conversation with Greek people has been really limited.
What do I buy?  Greengrocer’s is easy - standard list of veg and fruit plus whatever looks good that week - horta (covers a variety of ‘wild’ greens, fresh off the farmer’s pick up, bundled into clear plastic sacks), cauliflowers, many varieties of green beans and spinach that looks like it’s just come out of your own allotment.  Organics tend to be few and expensive.  Most of the produce is from Crete, with the rest mainly Greek.  The Cretan organic lettuce is good - lettuces are large and come bundled up with bunches of rocket, fennel and a few spring onions.
The greengrocer’s wife (time I learned her name) treats my purchases tenderly, as if the soft fruits and tomatoes are precious babies.  She is careful to put the heavy stuff at the bottom before the softer things are laid gently on top.  
 
ΣΚΛΑΒΕΝΗΤΗΣ  (Sklavenitis) is a medium-sized supermarket  with a reasonable choice of food, reflecting the Cretan diet - a lot of pasta, pulses, rice, cheese, olives - and a large fruit and veg section, with fresh cheese, meat and fish at the rear of the store.  A few ‘international’ foods - Tabasco, baked beans, mayonnaise, Vegan cheese.  
I sometimes pick up more organic veg or fruit at the supermarket - carrots, oranges, avocados, rocket mainly.  But they are usually overpackaged and not very fresh.  Each variety is weighed and bagged by a couple of assistants who  operate the scales and stick tickets on bags, between stacking shelves, putting pineapples through the peeling and cutting machine.  After a few weeks of ‘Οχι plastic’, I now get mine in paper bags or without bags at all, labels stuck to the items themselves.   

Normal Life? 

Maybe this blog is a bit boring because we have returned to 'normal'.  Of course nothing is normal.  Ever, or especially now.  Since we entered the Anthropocene, or at least, The Digitocene, nothing will ever be 'normal' in the sense of repeating the pattern of previous years, or previous generations.  Watching Indie Sage last Friday, one of the panel said wisely that 'normal' was what got us into the Pandemic in the first place.  Could say the same for the global human catastrophe of climate change.

Coming soon: planning the big trip 

Years Are Like Horses: 22 April - 9 May 2022



Music Colours just because I feel like it! Probably a touch of nostalgia

Where are we?
From March 2020 until June 2021 we lived in the small village of Marediana. It’s quite different living here, in Kissamos, 5 minutes walk from the shops, the cardiologist, the  nearest cafe (The ‘Einstein’) practically at the end of our road. 

Actually we don’t go there because of it’s young, unmasked staff and clientele, although I am intrigued by it.  Marediana requires a car trip into the town, with no shops or cafes  nearer than a 45 minute walk, the return all uphill!  But Marediana, despite being in the country has a peace that the outskirts of Kissamos can’t match, with its scattered apartment blocks, broken up by small field, many with chickens and / or goats.

And yes, we can see the sea!



Getting Sorted
With a little help from an ex-bomb disposal handyman we now have some IKEA bookshelves and the box mountain is a little reduced on the lower slopes. 
With a little help from Spiros and his son we have also netted the front balcony so it is safe for OurCat.  That gives us more space and ventilation now the weather is getting warmer.    Noticeboard, paintings and more bookshelves soon.  The aim is to gain a guest room / summer sleeping space in a room with A/C.  (There are two units, neither of them in the bedroom.)

 Stuff Revisited / Who Knows where the time goes? 
I have been here (this subject) before, when we packed up to leave Bristol.  The house had already been ‘de-cluttered’ by a lady called Judy, who did an amazing job of thinning out every room so that it looked a lot like a place you could move into and populate with your own ‘stuff’ whilst still looking like a real lived-in home.
Judy filled around 40 boxes that went into a medium sided storage unit in the local Safestore.  Now those boxes have come home to roost here in Crete, and since Judy hasn’t come with them, I am faced with the task of sorting them out - what to keep, what to try to sell….  Or leave by the bins - local method of Freecycling.

Memories are Made of This

Of course you can’t possibly sift through ‘stuff’ without encountering memories popping out of every corner like naughty Proustian ghosts..  The music track is about memory but more significant is the date of the Dean Martin recording - 1955.  This is one of the songs that has lodged in my brain from childhood.  Housewives Choice, 2-Way Family Favourites, Workers’ Playtime - thank you Lord Reith.   
 

I think I can now acknowledge that I am a hoarder.  Not quite pathological, given what we have seen on TV, but really, at least one box of cook books AND 5 folders of clipped recipes.  4 mini disc recorders - because I thought they would be like gold dust after the apocalypse, a lifetime supply of envelopes, and then some, given that in 2 years I have posted about 3 letters from Greece.  A lifetime’s supply of anything is a reminder that life is short.  Years are like horses that you have ridden to get to this place.  Or, if you prefer, the black bin bag and the skip await us all.
 

On a more positive note, Al’s Mexican EP for BMG is netting thousands of plays on Spotify 😃.  Probably earns the price of a ☕️ but that’s not the point.  You can give it a listen here.  Try Baja Sunset.

And how is Al?  
Still feeling the after effects of the op, of course, with but walking and working in a somewhat measured way, finishing up albums for Universal and the BBC.  The studio room is taking shape with some more of the acoustic material going up today and the new speakers doing a good job.  We are planning a major summer trip, so more about this next time.

Shopping in Kissamos (skip this if not interested in food)
Following on from ’stuff’ - we are still careful about going into shops -  it does put a brake on consuming.  One trip usually on a Tuesday morning to the greengrocer first (what a lovely word) then a 2 minute drive to my favourite supermarket (ΣΚΛΑΒΕΝΗΙΤΗΣ).  With any luck and an early start I can get there when there are only a very few cars in the carpark.  The staff are all familiar faces and I suppose they recognise me too.  In the summer shopkeepers assume we are tourists, and of course that’s always a bit annoying.  They speak in English and that makes me want to shout BUT I LIVE HERE!  
The greengrocers’ is a different experience.  He greets me, and his wife often chats to me a bit, in Greek, of course.  I don’t understand everything she says but I can get the general drift, I think.  Because of the Corona years, the opportunity for conversation with Greek people has been really limited.
What do I buy?  Greengrocer’s is easy - standard list of veg and fruit plus whatever looks good that week - horta (covers a variety of ‘wild’ greens, fresh off the farmer’s pick up, bundled into clear plastic sacks), cauliflowers, many varieties of green beans and spinach that looks like it’s just come out of your own allotment.  Organics tend to be few and expensive.  Most of the produce is from Crete, with the rest mainly Greek.  The Cretan organic lettuce is good - lettuces are large and come bundled up with bunches of rocket, fennel and a few spring onions.
The greengrocer’s wife (time I learned her name) treats my purchases tenderly, as if the soft fruits and tomatoes are precious babies.  She is careful to put the heavy stuff at the bottom before the softer things are laid gently on top.  
 
ΣΚΛΑΒΕΝΗΤΗΣ  (Sklavenitis) is a medium-sized supermarket  with a reasonable choice of food, reflecting the Cretan diet - a lot of pasta, pulses, rice, cheese, olives - and a large fruit and veg section, with fresh cheese, meat and fish at the rear of the store.  A few ‘international’ foods - Tabasco, baked beans, mayonnaise, Vegan cheese.  
I sometimes pick up more organic veg or fruit at the supermarket - carrots, oranges, avocados, rocket mainly.  But they are usually overpackaged and not very fresh.  Each variety is weighed and bagged by a couple of assistants who  operate the scales and stick tickets on bags, between stacking shelves, putting pineapples through the peeling and cutting machine.  After a few weeks of ‘Οχι plastic’, I now get mine in paper bags or without bags at all, labels stuck to the items themselves.   

Normal Life? 

Maybe this blog is a bit boring because we have returned to 'normal'.  Of course nothing is normal.  Ever, or especially now.  Since we entered the Anthropocene, or at least, The Digitocene, nothing will ever be 'normal' in the sense of repeating the pattern of previous years, or previous generations.  Watching Indie Sage last Friday, one of the panel said wisely that 'normal' was what got us into the Pandemic in the first place.  Could say the same for the global human catastrophe of climate change.

Coming soon: planning the big trip