Chronicles Week of 23rd April
Week of 23rd April
The Accordion Player of Hania
On one of our trips to Hania, a slight change of turn down a lane in the old town, took us along the sea walls of the old fortress. To our delight an old accordion player was sitting “busking” by the walls. Such haunting and plaintive music, which brings back the sounds of Greece in the early twentieth century.
Cretan Dogs
I mentioned previously Rufus taste for olives, but also interesting is the disappearance of Buffy’s arthritis in her hindquarters. In recent years she has suffered and has been taking Rimidyl tablets to ease the condition. Suddenly, in warmer climes, she is moving freely again and we have reduced her medical by 50%. Indeed, like us the dogs have changed their habits, Buffy no longer a couch potato, now spending most of the day dozing in the dapple sunlight under the olive trees.
More trees
At the weekend we purchased from a new garden centre in Vrysses seven fruit trees for the garden – orange, lemon, mandarin, nectarine, apricot, cherry and pomegranate. We have planted four of the trees around the final loping of the big tree. The lemon has one fruit and the orange looks to be forming fruit as well. Despite a contradiction of opinion we are hopeful of some success. M. helped plant the nectarine, demonstrating how pathetic our own attempts had been with the others.
However, J did get praise for her tomato plants and others….
S in the Kafenion, gave J a surprise present of his seeds for our garden when we went for bread and the post. Maybe we have been forgiven for the tree?
Wild West
Since we arrived, Vrysses has resembled a wild west town with an extremely wet, potholed and muddy main street. On Monday, the whole street was dug up closing it to all but the most determined motorist. I think that I will give it amiss.
Day of the Donkey
A donkey has arrived to graze in the field opposite, much to the interest of Buffy and Rufus. The donkey seems to be vying with a yaya for the best horta. S’s cat seems to delight in stalking its game on the wall parallel to the garden, which irritates B & R no end, but the cat takes no notice of the barking. Gav and Gav next door seem to frighten any intruders away, but the dogs largely take no interest.
Slave of Time
I think that it was George Woodcock, TUC leader in the sixties and seventies, who spoke of British workers being the slave of time. Fortunately, it is the exact opposite on the island. The cheese van may visit the village on Friday or not, the buses may arrive at 11.30 or not, so I have not worn a watch since we arrived and the alarm clock is our only insurance of getting up in time to go any where. In fact, the whole day ends when the tasks are done for the day, and the evening meal finished.
The Accordion Player of Hania
On one of our trips to Hania, a slight change of turn down a lane in the old town, took us along the sea walls of the old fortress. To our delight an old accordion player was sitting “busking” by the walls. Such haunting and plaintive music, which brings back the sounds of Greece in the early twentieth century.
Cretan Dogs
I mentioned previously Rufus taste for olives, but also interesting is the disappearance of Buffy’s arthritis in her hindquarters. In recent years she has suffered and has been taking Rimidyl tablets to ease the condition. Suddenly, in warmer climes, she is moving freely again and we have reduced her medical by 50%. Indeed, like us the dogs have changed their habits, Buffy no longer a couch potato, now spending most of the day dozing in the dapple sunlight under the olive trees.
More trees
At the weekend we purchased from a new garden centre in Vrysses seven fruit trees for the garden – orange, lemon, mandarin, nectarine, apricot, cherry and pomegranate. We have planted four of the trees around the final loping of the big tree. The lemon has one fruit and the orange looks to be forming fruit as well. Despite a contradiction of opinion we are hopeful of some success. M. helped plant the nectarine, demonstrating how pathetic our own attempts had been with the others.
However, J did get praise for her tomato plants and others….
S in the Kafenion, gave J a surprise present of his seeds for our garden when we went for bread and the post. Maybe we have been forgiven for the tree?
Wild West
Since we arrived, Vrysses has resembled a wild west town with an extremely wet, potholed and muddy main street. On Monday, the whole street was dug up closing it to all but the most determined motorist. I think that I will give it amiss.
Day of the Donkey
A donkey has arrived to graze in the field opposite, much to the interest of Buffy and Rufus. The donkey seems to be vying with a yaya for the best horta. S’s cat seems to delight in stalking its game on the wall parallel to the garden, which irritates B & R no end, but the cat takes no notice of the barking. Gav and Gav next door seem to frighten any intruders away, but the dogs largely take no interest.
Slave of Time
I think that it was George Woodcock, TUC leader in the sixties and seventies, who spoke of British workers being the slave of time. Fortunately, it is the exact opposite on the island. The cheese van may visit the village on Friday or not, the buses may arrive at 11.30 or not, so I have not worn a watch since we arrived and the alarm clock is our only insurance of getting up in time to go any where. In fact, the whole day ends when the tasks are done for the day, and the evening meal finished.
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