Wednesday, just a lazy, hazy, crazy day.

We were beaten to our favourite spot by the dreaded German technique of towels on sun loungers. Which it does say in the hotel rules that it is not allowed. Try telling them that we cried, as we approached our favourite place only to stop in our tracks and gaze at the ‘reserved’ places.

Drat those Germans.
Drat those Germans.

Its just such a nice corner. Handy for the steps, away from the smokers and I can do my getting on and off the lounger like a beached whale in relative privacy. And a lovely little wall to sit on. Ah well, let’s pick up that smoking thread.

Now correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t the ban on smoking in restaurants an EU directive? I’m not against people smoking outside but when the godam tables are inside and someone lights up that’s when I get annoyed. The Greeks seem not to have embraced this idea at all yet. Ashtrays on the tables is a kind of giveaway that nothing has changed. But what really annoys me is Brits who come here and light up, knowing they couldn’t do that in their own country, so can someone please tell me why they should come and do it here?

Rant over. Sunny, three swims and watching the boats go by. Busy, busy, busy. A very strange stealth boat appeared for lunch in the bay. Non military, so goodness knows what that was all about.

Oooooh, err, Mrs, what on earth is that?
Oooooh, err, Mrs, what on earth is that?

Folk were sun bathing on the stern as it left, so I don’t think even the Greek navy would allow that! The views from the swimming jetty are just fabulous.

The village is in the distance.
The village is in the distance. The clouds stayed put.
Yes those are our towels below but we arrived with them!
Yes those are our towels below but we arrived with them!

So that was that was the day. A pizza for lunch, a couple of beers and …………relax.

The late afternoon light is spell binding.
The late afternoon light is spell binding.
A cloud. Outrageous!
A cloud. Outrageous!

I listened to Brian Manby on RFP, coming through loud and clear. This time jigging around to Glen Miller and ‘In the Mood’. Tomorrow maybe guilt at just sitting again will well up and we may drive off and ‘do’ something. We shall see. Decisions like that can’t be rushed or hurried.

Pretty!
Pretty!
To end the day you can sit by the pool bar, in really compfy seats.
To end the day you can sit by the pool bar, in really compfy seats.

The other thing about our other guests is they never stop talking. You go for a quiet time by the sea, your favourite spot has been stolen and when they do arrive they get in the water and swim and talk at a very high volume. Peace? I’d love some. Grumpy old man over and out.

Thanks for reading. πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜‰ Seriously it was a beautiful day. Take care M & M πŸ·πŸΈπŸ‡¬πŸ‡§πŸ·