Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
Greece is the Word. Have you Heard?
Sorry I haven't posted for a while but I've been on holiday and, on my return, had to get stuck into a pile of line edits that my editor sent me just before I went away (I deliberately didn't look at them until I came home in case I went into panic mode). Now the edits are done, I can concentrate on carrying on with novel two. It's taking a while to get into the swing of it but it's slowly taking shape and, today, I reached the halfway mark which I'm happy about.
As always, our Greek holiday was fantastic. This year we tried a new island, Meganissi (sometimes spelt Meganisi) and it was exactly as we'd imagined it - small but perfectly formed. In fact, with its little harbour, hilltop villages, green slopes and pebble beaches (not to mention the flotillas that moored up each evening) it reminded us of our two previous Greek holidays in Ithaca and Paxos. Above, is a picture of the little house we stayed in. We had our own pool with a gorgeous view which we sadly shared with several wasps (Ian got stung between his toes on the last day) and some rather scary looking hornets (which luckily weren't interested in us at all).
So what does this writer do when she's on holiday? Write?
No.
I read lots, ate delicious food, drank Mythos beer and swam - not necessarily in that order! One day, we hired a little boat. Mooring up in deserted bays and swimming in the crystal clear water was heavenly - until we ran aground and damaged our propeller. As if that wasn't bad enough, we then found, once we'd left the shelter of the harbour and were setting off home, that the wind had picked up and there were waves. I absolutely do not 'do' waves.
The only way I could cope with the journey back was by taking the wheel. It was better than being a passenger and awaiting my fate in the choppy water. "We'll be alright, won't we?" I was heard to say more than once to my husband. Needless to say (as you're reading this) we got back unscathed.
The harbour town of Vathi was the perfect place to have lunch and watch the sailing boats come and go. Each day, we'd choose something different to accompany our Greek salad. These are the delicious courgettes in tempura batter we had for one of our lunches. This year, we also discovered Portokalopita for the first time. It's a type of Greek orange drizzle cake and was absolutely delicious.
To counteract all this lovely food we were eating, we made sure we went to a beach for a swim at some point every day. The beaches in Meganissi are all pebble (ranging from shingle to large white stones) but that is how we like it as it makes the sea even clearer and turns it the most beautiful shade of blue/green. Usually, we'd stroll down at around six in the evening, when the weather was cooler, and have the beach to ourselves but, on a couple of days, we treated ourselves to a whole day at one of the two 'organised' beaches. This meant a sunbed and shade and a beach taverna.
The photo above was Fanari beach with its great taverna playing reggae music (sounds strange but it works). As you can see from the photograph at the top of this post, it looks very Caribbean! The other organised beach we went to was at Spilia. A storm was brewing, which made for a great photo, and we huddled under the sunshades as lightning forked the sky and the heavens opened. It lasted about half an hour and was quite exciting!
So now I'm home again and have been chuffed to find that I've had five stories published over the last two weeks in three different magazines. It doesn't always happen like this I can tell you. I've made a little montage of them because it makes me happy... but maybe not as happy as going to Greece!
Monday, 1 September 2014
Sleeping in a Troglodyte Cave
We've just come back from a great holiday in the Dordogne. We stayed in the medieval town of La Roche Gageac on the banks of the river and the view above was taken from my bedroom window.
It's years since I've holidayed in a country other than Greece and it did us good to be made to remember our classroom French - why should we always presume that people should speak English?
We hired canoes and having been driven 16km upstream, paddled back to our village. The photograph doesn't show how exhausted I was by the end of it and two of our family members ended up with badly sunburnt feet! It was great fun though.
"What about the Troglodyte cave?" I hear you ask.
Well here it is:
It was a bed and breakfast just outside Loches in the Loire Valley. We stayed in it on our way back to Dieppe and it really was a cave! The conversion was amazing and the owners (who live in another cave) couldn't have been nicer. I have to say, though, that my night in the cave was the strangest experience. I woke to find the downstairs wood burner had sent strange shadows across our ceiling, like cave paintings!
Our bedroom was on the first floor and below was a small sitting room and the second bedroom.
We ate breakfast in a cave too!
Now I'm home again, it's back to the writing. Luckily, as always when I've been away, I've come back with a wealth of ideas - I've just got to find time between the unpacking and the washing to write them down!
Labels:
Dordogne,
Holidays,
La Roche Gageac,
Troglodyte
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