Today I feel a little melancholic. Not just because I’m leaving Limnia, which really has been a little escape, but the realisation that my time on Chios is nearly at an end. After packing and checking that the villa is spic and span, I phone George the taxi driver and ask him to pick me…
Last night the wind was vicious! It whipped down from the mountains to harbour with such a force that I had to get up in the middle of the night to rescue things from the balcony. The drying rack full of my clothes was clattering around on the terrace and I fully expected it to…
I was awake with the birds again this morning, but instead of heading to my ‘local’ place for breakfast, I’d decided to have it in Volissos later. I’d spotted a nice patisserie cafe when I was there last. Today I’m going to walk to Limnos, a neighbouring village where there are a few more facilities…
Why I’m up at this god forsaken time, I’ve no idea. I’m here in Limnia to rest and relax but instead of having a lie in (not a word – or two words usually in my vocabulary) I’m wide awake and full of beans! I pull up the shutters to my bedroom and see that…
