Developing a taste for Cumbria

Given that the walking weather app that is the Gremlin had been delivering almost hourly gloomy updates along the lines of ‘12.00pm: 90% chance of rain. 1.00pm: 40% chance of rain. 2.00pm: 60% chance of rain’ (you get the gist), we fully expected the Taste Cumbria extravaganza to be a little washed out, to say the least. As…

Hippy heaven

Just when you think that’s it, no more Hellenic ruminations from me – for this year at any rate – up pops the airport. Preveza: an establishment as eccentric as the country it serves, although a good deal more organised these days than the first time I flew in and out, some twenty-six years ago, bound…

Party of the gods

If thunder and lightning is your thing, I can recommend no better spot than Vassiliki. I rather think that rascally pair, Eric the Wind God and his old mucker Zeus, have rather enjoyed this week’s humdingers, judging by the way they were throwing our balcony furniture around. What with that and the rattling shutters, all…

Interview with a ‘Nana

It isn’t every day you get to meet a ‘Nana (the apostrophe being particularly important in this case). In fact, I’d be lying if I said I’d given much thought to any ‘Nana at all since, ooh, 1991-ish. Maybe longer ago than that. A passing glimpse at an early-Thursday evening TV screen, TOTP in full…

All hail Eric

Good to see the spam filter as efficient as ever on the iPad during my sojourn in the Land of Milk and Honey. For which read non-existent. So far this week I’ve had two million euros deposited in my personal account, been offered both debt advice and the opportunity to squander my new-found wealth in…