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Serendipity struck yesterday in a moment of parking misery. The peninsular we live on was very busy yesterday. The sun was up the ferries were busy and it was school sports day. I had left my home parking spot early in the morning and struggled to find one to return to at 9:30 in the morning.

The night before I had discovered this old chain dumped by a high tide on a small beach. It was much to heavy to carry home.

In all the parking shenanigans and with some anxiety, for others trying to park to catch a ferry, I decided just to reverse a little way down a slipway at the same beach to just remove myself from the melee. A lightbulb moment. I couldn’t carry the chain but I could gently load it into the car. A few links at a time.

This morning I have repurposed it to train my Wisteria along so that ultimately the plant will wend its way around the outdoor cooking area and onto the garage roof.

One teeny tiny Wisteria shoot has been introduced to the old chain.

I hope they like each other .

The main plant is flourishing after a few weeks of yardening turmoil. Some things did not survive a weeks neglect. Anythng that will provide cool green shade is on my wish list. One of the beach bars in Greece really raised our yardening goals last week.

Carefully planted trees in a courtyard, their trained branches minimally supported by a pergola and grape vines growing along the edges.

Yardening perfection.

We are a long way off but a work in progress is progress.

Meanwhile the middle aisle of Aldi has provided us with Solar festoon lights. Nature is at long last providing enough sun to light up the yard at night. Small victories suggesting that summer has arrived.

#959 theoldmortuary ponders

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While I was away one of my photographs was having a moment in the sun as an edible cake topper at a Centenery Celebration The photo featured my home made bunting. If I had good enough baking skills it could have been a triple creative skill creation, a tri-athalon of making. Better for everyone that I stopped at two levels of creativity

We did a reasonable length dog walk from home and found the perfect counter point image to one I took last week.

Last week.
This week.

Hot summer. Soft summer.  The colours tell the temperature just as much as a thermometer would. Yesterday was a day of washing, drying, walking, food shopping and finishing our holiday reads. Back to the real world today.

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Traditional end of the holiday shot. The real life one, is of course, the washing machine churning her way through piles of sandy but barely worn clothes.

Our beach had two ends Bougie and Boho.

We were primarily Boho in our choices . Towels not sunbeds, happy Greek families not Golf Club types.

But the people watching and the coffee were fabulous in Bougie land. Bougie land had pool bars and women with inflated lips and men with inflated egos. Book covers on the bookshelves in Bougie land were as pneumatic as breasts and lips.

Both ends of the beach were rather fabulous. The snippets of conversation were infinitely more interesting in the bougie end, significantly because we could understand 50 % of them.  Although listening to Greek families nattering is what Greek holidays are about. A simple conversation always sounds like a drama.

And then the flight home, Bougies and BoHo’s all sat on the same coach and the same aircraft. All happy that they had achieved their holiday goals. All fairly similar in the cold light of an airport arrivals lounge. Everyone has dirty washing.

#957 theoldmortuary ponders.

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A bug eating her supper. Someone else’s rose bush so I am charmed rather than irritated and so much prettier than a slug. Slugs are the main consumers in our yard. They never exude charm, just slime. A slug slimed across a pencil sketch I had left in the yard recently. Instead of a twinkly trail , she left a luminous yellow stream of consciousness. I pondered the point of slime that is twinkly in most circumstances but luminous yellow on white paper

There must be a reason but I’m not certain I can work it out for myself. On a dull day I will google slug slime and learn something which may or may not be ponderable. I know the beauty industry uses something euphemistically called Snail Serum. I have never seen anything slug related.

I’m just squeezing the last rays out of my holiday sun. Hoping for dry hair before the transition stage of coaches, queues and aircraft.

Paperbacks all cast out into the world of perpetual holiday reading for strangers, while I return to the electronic world of Kindle.

Long before daily blogging became a thing, we were regular Greek Holiday goers.

Covid put a stop to all that and then catching up with far flung family took a few years to achieve. Greece became one of the many things associated with the COVID hangover that we are all living through. Adding Greece as a tag and category in my blogging world feels like an achievement.

Tomorrow I will be back to less forgivable bugs eating rose leaves.

But before I go .

#956 theoldmortuary ponders

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How do you waste the most time every day?

At home or abroad I waste the most time pondering. Pondering looks unproductive to the outside observer but the time is never truly wasted. Pondering also occurs when I look gainfully employed. Pondering often gets me out of trouble because pondering sometimes causes a change of direction with human interactions and different endeavours. Mulling things over or reflecting are just other words for pondering.

Holiday pondering is just the same as home pondering but in a better climate. Today I pondered Donkey Milk. Unknown to me it has been a beauty and health product from the beginning of time. Donkey milk is the closest thing to human milk . Which puts a whole different view of the Christian Nativity. When I was young I wondered/ pondered why a nine months pregnant woman would want to ride a donkey. When a mule/pony/horse would have been more comfy for her blessed lady garden and or pregnancy created piles.

But here I am the daft one. Joseph on a last minute shop before they set off was sent for some formula, just in case.  Breast milk substitute and transport all in one cute package.

I’ve just gone for a face cream. Two choices 24 hour, or wrinkle.

The wrinkles arrived a while ago so that seemed like a lost cause but 24 hour cream regularly applied could give me eternal life should I choose. Warding off the grim reaper one day at a time.

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I have completely failed to mention my Kindle book reading. Which this year is my non-fiction holiday read. I am a good deal further into it than this picture suggests. I had excellent history teachers at my school and wish I could have studied it beyond O level but I wish that about lots of subjects. I have never wished for different History teachers until now. Shalina Patel serves up history  so intriguingly she would most certainly get an apple from me everyday.

The Hotel Shelf book has been chosen. It will almost certainly be the flight home book.

I picked up a fabulous life quote from my current read, soon to be set free to roam wherever with all the other Hotel shelf paperbacks the world over.

” We can’t all live in perfect harmony with our integrity “

I will be taking that sentence home with me.

Necessity is the mother or father of invention. Overnight I remembered my dad sharpening pencils with glass paper ( sandpaper) . An Emery board has done a very good job. No pencil crisis any more.

In hotel bookshelf faux science I would say that the majority of guests here are German and they read a better standard of books than the British guests. There are some shockingly bad cover art examples in either language.  Predominantly ‘Romance’ novels that my mother was very dismissive of when I was younger. She called them pulpy kidney books, as if describing some terrible medical malady that would befall anyone reading such stuff. Not for her and her second wave feminist friends, except…

When it was time to clear my parents home following their deaths I found a surprise stash of exactly that type of novel in the back of her wardrobe. She didn’t sink to Mills and Boon but the subject matter was predominantly historical  and medical romance.

At death her kidneys were in fine form so maybe she never crossed a line or maybe she imagined pulpy kidneys.

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Book 4 of the holiday reading pile includes a lot of rape. Hardly surprising as the core of the narrative is the Japanese invasion of Hong Kong during World War 2. In this book , so far , none of the main characters are involved. The brutality of the Japanese Occupation is the background to the narrative. I can revel in knowing the location well and slotting history into well-known locations is always fascinating.

In other news two new-to -me, Greek words have cropped up this week . Thanks to my fellow bookworms.

It was too tempting not to include a book and buttocks in a beach sketch . Surrounded, as I am, by buttocks both beautiful and not.

All that buttock sketching has revealed an error on my packing. No pencil sharpener!!

The second word is Ekphrasis.

Vivid description, oh how I wish I had the words. I may no longer have a useful pencil but I do still have my paints and a camera to enable a vivid end to the holiday.

The first book from the hotel shelf has been picked up, lets see how that goes.

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Dawn on the longest day of the year. Summer Solstice. The bobbers are doing their thing in Firestone Bay.

©Helen Bobber

For solidarity we did it in Greece.

Early morning dipping in Greece gave us the pleasure of walking through a herb garden full of Basil and Oregano and a cup of tea when the swim was done.

In other holiday news book three served up another rape.

Three in a row and I managed to give myself nightmares.

” You don’t want to read that kind of stuff , you will give yourself nightmares”  are words that more than one relative has said to me in my prolific reading life. It has never happened until now. 3 random books from the bookpiles or bookclub. So all bets are off for the last book. The Piano Teacher by Janice YK Lee. A story of post-war Hong Kong.

Where did the nightmares come from? I can only assume that women writers don’t dwell on the savagery of the event but write about the lifelong impact in a way that got under my skin.

What better way to banish a bad night’s sleep than by a cool dip at dawn.

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It turns out that even my fancy pants camera is struggling to cope with the bright sunlight. This swan was fabulous though. Our little bay is idyllic but only my abstract photos really work. The plan is now to get up very early for some photography and of course the Summer Solstice swim at dawn.  The failure of photography forced out the painting kit today.

My outdoor studios were very warm.

I used sea water, fresh water and Sprite to create these two little snapshots.

Let’s see what photography can do at dawn tomorrow. Meanwhile two books down, and rape has featured in both. Both books written by women give the assaulted woman the upper hand as they are both equipped with professional cookery knives. An interesting co-incidence and not one I can really learn from, as my good knives live in my kitchen drawer. But the one time something approaching rape occured was when I was in a restaurant. Quick thinking rather than knife skills made me safe. But there is a similarity in that the two women and myself were in a quasi-work related location. In common with the fictional women, I reported the event to my boss and in common with the fictional women excuses were made for the perpetrator.

Just approaching book 3 of the holiday also written by a woman. I wonder if women are any better listened to in this one.

On a much lighter note the digital tweakment facility on my smartphone is doing some nice abstracts.

And I can play around too.

Bistro chair with glass bricks.

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Glass bricks.

The repetition of a Greek Holiday has established itself after a gap of five years.  Breakfast , beach, lunch, rest, beach, supper on repeat with swimming and book reading added into the mix in all phases.

Book 2 is nearly done.

The next book phase is likely to be reached by lunchtime. The crossover when we start reading each other’s books. That is the stage just before the Hotel bookshelf phase.  Why not Kindle I hear you ask.  There is also a Kindle as a holiday reading side- hustle, but a beach without paperbacks is not a beach at all. Suncream, sea and sand give paperbacks a rich patina of gentle decline. Their spines crack quicker and the pages ripple with dampness from freshly salty hands and wet swimming costumes.

Food wise we are also creatures of habit.

Oregano Crisps, Spanakopita and bitter Cherry Juice augmented by Papadopolis biscuits are our daily diet.

Looking forward to the Hotel Book Shelf I note that my current favourite book series  Babylon Berlin by Volker Kutscher is very popular, but only in the original German. It would have to be a very long holiday before I could tackle those and an on-line linguistics course would have to be force fed to me via my headphones.

And so a relaxing holiday continues.

The End.