I’m back home now and trying to sort out my garden and come to terms with the vagaries of British weather. The vegetables would have shrivelled and died if a friend hadn’t watered them for me in the heat and drought the first two weeks I away. On Sunday and Monday just gone the moisture in the parched soil was replenished by 3½ inches (90mm) of rain in 48 hours. Now I’m busy harvesting potatoes, French beans, courgettes ….. and trying to find and pick out the countless caterpillars which are voraciously munching their way through the brassicas.
In just over a week I’ll be heading back to Greece for a few weeks on Nisyros and Symi but before Tilos disappears over the memory’s horizon, a few more, somewhat random images.
Roof tiles on one of the abandonned houses in Mikro Horio, each tile about 2 feet long
The old churches in Mikro Horio are decorated with frescos, this one of St Christopher reflects the view that he was from a people with the head of a dog.
The tiny harbour harbour of Agios Antonis, work on hold on boat and buildings against a mountain backdrop
Secluded beaches on the uninhabited west coast are flanked by steep cliffs,providing nesting sites for Eleanora’s Falcons
The beach really is that red, the sea that clear and that blue
Waxing creative while drying off in the sun
Winter flotsam on secluded beaches is difficult to deal with especially when falling visitor numbers and concentration on umbrella-and-sunbed beaches reduce the incentive.
Art is where you find it
……….. though sometimes given a little arranging
……. or a little help from the birds
Not on the beach but close to the top of a mountain
View of the highest point on the island from the mountain-top castle at Megalo Horio
Sweet, cool and very refreshing
Not the Turin Shroud … just the Tilos Towel