What happened to September?
The vast majority of it was spent taking a story I wrote a decade ago and massaging it to fit the final book in the unweildy, 13-book series it turned into. But that's whole other post, coming soon.
In the middle of the month, my gorgeous, Adonis-like hubby had one of those birthdays ending in a zero, so our fabulous kids banded together and paid for the pair of us to spend a week in glorious 30-degree sunshine in Corfu. The island where, almost exactly 34 years ago, we spent our honeymoon.
The top couple of pix show the famous "Canal D'Amour" in Sidari (the tiny northern village we stayed in. Legend had it that if a maiden swam through there, she would find the man of her dreams. Nowadays, they say if a couple swim through it together, they will find true love. Either way, it worked its magic!
Unfortunately, modern-day Sidari is way more Benidorm - or "Blackpool with sun."
Driving a hire car in amongst those crazy Greek accidents-waiting-to-happen wasn't the most conducive to peace and serenity, but it did allow us to revisit some old haunts. On the east, we visited the Durrell's "White House," but no sign of Keeley Hawes. A flying drive through Kassiopi where there was nowhere obvious to park for the Byzantine Castle, then a disappointment on the western Logas where the magnificent view of the sunset from the glass balcony was denied us - closed due to COVID. We had undivided attention and a marvellous gyro (donner kebab) at a Pitta place, and parked at the bottom of the magnificent Angelocastro. The double/triple hairpin bend on the way out reminded us why we wouldn't make it to that one either.
But the following day, Paleocastritsa felt like coming home - we remembered swimming all the way out to where those rocks meet the horizon on the 4th piccie. We walked up to the monastery, then had a well-earned beer overlooking the picturesque beach. Awesome stuff. Here's a wee flavour of Corfu 2020.
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