Firstly, an apology for my extended absence from the blog. Life has been full of lovely surprises and good times and not enough time!
We took part in a carboot sale a couple of weeks ago a) to clear some old shop stock b) to raise a little capital for our holiday c) to kick start our sun tan before our trip to Greece.
We were not disappointed. I had forgotten what fun it is to sell at a car boot. The day had not begun well. We set off early on a Sunday morning and headed to Nuthill farm carboot sale in Guildford (a 30 min drive) only to discover as we pulled in we'd forgotten half the things, so turned around to collect them. Having gone a whole two years without a holiday, Steve and I had started doing this sort of thing a lot so the air was blue in the car as we broke all kinds of speed laws returning to Wimbledon for the cash tin and tables. Finally we arrived an hour late and set up our table in the last row. The dealers circled as we unpacked and we sold the bulk of our valuable goods in the first 15 mins the rest of the day was spent tweaking our stall and seeing who could sell the worst object for the most (I won - a bombed out kettle fetched a whole earth pound from a rather gullible gent..oops have I said too much.) All in all we had a great morning and went home tired but smiling.
Now here's a sign you don't see that often so when Steve and I set off for a day of music and sunshine at the Milton Keynes Bowl this raised a giggle or two.
The Foo Fighters, Steve's favourite band and his Christmas present- tickets to their 130 000 ticket sell out concert. An awesome evening.
Now for the holiday. Yes, you guessed it, we went to Santorini, Greece. A few years ago in another life a friend and I spent the summer Island hopping. The trip culminated in a two night stay on Santorini Island.
I was impressed by the sheer beauty of the vista over the caldera. Surely nowhere in the world could boast such an awe inspiring view.
So when a lucky three year overpayment on an electricity and gas bill ended in a refund we decided to head back to Santorini for a bit of sun and soul searching. Again, we were not disappointed.
Tomatoes. Fruits of the Gods. Strangely I do not eat tomatoes except when I am in Greece. They taste wonderful, like sunshine.
Kittens. Everywhere. Racing snake thin but each one with an owner who knows them by name.
Cuban Cigars. On lamposts advertising the open air cinema.
Bougainvillea. The fuschia against the sky blue an iconic Greek marriage.
Gates. Peeling and forlorn. Oh how I wished I could put one in my suitcase and take it home.
Repurposed. Nothing in Greece is thrown away. Oil cans brilliantly painted and planted up with hot coloured Geraniums.
Views. Views, views views.
Churches. Pagan sites were replaced by churches and shrines. Being a very superstitious island there are more of these than people.
Serendipity. Speaks for itself.
Fishermen. Santorini still supports a thriving community of fishermen.
Transport. Mules for the hills.
Transport. Our mule.
Dogs. To warn the locals of coming earthquakes.
Tourists. Clambering in the impossibly romantic town of Oia to see the world's best sunset.
Bliss. The view from our cave room in the caldera.
Chihuahua. It was love. Steve found a friend who greeted him each night on our way out to dinner.
Sunset. The reason Santorini is believed to be the most romantic place on earth.
Food. Surprising, inventive, delicious.
Volcano. One of three craters dormant, but a huge active one lies just beneath the surface of the ocean 6 kms off shore. It's overdue.
Prayer. Leaving a stone stack behind on the top of the volcano as an act of prayer and reverence.
Budgie smugglers. Too many on Santorini!
Oasis. Our villa in Imerovigli.
Stand off. The photo says it all.
Smiles. Thanks Santorini for your restorative power and space to live, laugh and love.