Saturday, 25 August 2012
Some time to celebrate........
Posted by Young at Heart at 08:50 26 comments:
Friday, 17 August 2012
Stepping over figs.......
I have news to report….out there is a place where the sun shines all day, the nights are balmy and the sea is warm. A land of yogurt and honey and squid and cheese pies and sweet coffee and cold beers. And when you squeeze the fat half of a cut lemon the juice gushes like water from a tap.
“Are you sure it’s his?” I enquired.
“Who else’s would it be?” she replied.
We stood as the sun was setting, beneath the weeping olive trees where Rupert’s friends had stood and remembered those that died in war and our own dead. Although like all good poets it was a mosie bite that did for Rupert. Then we left the hill as darkness fell, unchanged since it over-saw the ships sailing to Troy, and went to a bar in the port of Linaria, where you can drink cocktails and float on lilos. Greece ancient and modern and marvellous.
Posted by Young at Heart at 14:19 25 comments:
Labels: Athens, Greece, holidays, Rupert Brookes, Skyros, Sporades Islands, summertime, Tate Modern
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