All our worldly goods arrive

At the end of last week we had a couple of unsettled nights, on Sunday it rained continuously, but when we awoke on Monday once again the sun was shining.

We had arranged to meet with our engineer and builder at our house around lunchtime, to discuss the progress with our house. We wanted to make the most of the weather so took a packed lunch and decided to walk via Neochori. We passed right by a friend’s house, we hadn’t seen them since we were last here in May, so we stopped to say hello. We then walked from Neochori down towards Ag Nik. Part way down this track we came across a snake basking in the sun. Actually, he was only about 12 inches long!

Later in the week whilst on one of our jaunts we came across a tortoise busily munching away, he was about 10 inches long and had a damaged shell. We stopped to take a photo and I picked him up to place him for Ashley to get a good shot. He was clearly unhappy at being disturbed as he kept hissing at me.

Have a look in the picture gallery.

We arrived at our house just in time for our meeting. It went extremely well, everyone was pleased with the results and our engineer was very pleased with progress and the look of the house. Later we walked home along the coastal path between Ag Nik and Stoupa, the sun was still shinning so we decided to take some photographs to publish on our site to show you how we are missing the UK. Ashley set the camera to automatic, balanced it on a rock and ran like a lunatic to get in the picture.

Wednesday our belongings arrived, unbelievably right on time. They said 8am, which I said to Ashley would not happen. I was wrong, at 8am on the dot our mobile rang; it was the carriers to say they were in Stoupa and to ask directions. They worked extremely hard and off loaded everything in 30 minutes; they were excellent. No problems, all boxes accounted for, nothing appears to be broken, Ashley’s happy his computer’s here and I’m happy our bikes are here. We spent the rest of the day out cycling; its difficult here to go anywhere and not have to go up hills and cycling is much harder work than walking.

During the evenings Ashley sometimes works on the computer while listening to the radio, the stations of course are always in Greek. He found a station that played music from the early seventies, not pop, but album music that he enjoys. This was followed by another program on which the disc jockey had obviously come across Bob Harris somewhere on his travels. He was providing a very good Greek imitation of the beloved “Whispering Bob”.