I am currently sitting by the pool outside our hotel on the last evening we have here on Nisyros and realising that I am running out of time to write my Guest Blog…
The week has shot past at an alarming rate with lots of walking in the sun, cooling off in the shade, very nice meals and discovering that it is possible to have cake for breakfast, afternoon tea and evening tea!
Nisyros is a very beautiful island and the range of plants we have seen is far greater than when we were on Symi last year, probably because there is more water around. Around the hotel you would expect there to be some colourful plants to make it feel nice, but there are amazing red hibiscuses (should that be hibisci?), vivid pink geraniums, agaves, huge pink oleanders and some very vigorous climbing thing with tons of orange trumpets, all looking lush and green.
Out in the hills, in addition to the various herbs we saw on Symi and the plants I expected to see, such as olive trees, figs and prickly pears …..
….there are lots of very colourful wild flowers, some of which are cousins of what we grow in UK gardens (pale blue scabious, bright blue cornflowers, pale lilac convolvulus, crazy wild lupins, happy daisies in various shades of yellow, purple wallflowers and giant verbascum)
as well as things I have no idea what they are (little yellow flowers…)
Up at the Paleocastro (described in greater detail by the resident blogger) there is kind of a halfway house of a garden (ooh, sorry about that metaphor). There are no big showy flowers, but by using a more formal structure the herbs, olives and agaves take on a more gardeny feel.
There is one downside of having the extra water and extra plants and that is of an eight legged variety…fat juicy spiders weave webs right across the narrow paths between walls and trees. Intrepid explorers from the UK fight their way through the webs one day and next day the spiders have built them back again – why don’t they learn??? Tim thinks the spiders have a slightly different view on it – they go to all the trouble of building webs and someone comes and breaks them down every day. And it’s always the same tall bloke in shorts and sandals – you’d think he’d learn.