The monastery on the hill.
We anchored with lines stern-to the municipal quay and met the couple alongside who asked how we’d enjoyed the storm of the night before. They had been in the bay. The earlier picture (in my last post) did not tell the true story as more boats came in as the weather worsened.
They also told us where the supermarket was and the place to catch the bus for the Hora, the settlement around the monastery.
We anchored in a busy bay. Everyone had come in due to forecast of high winds. Thankfully, our anchor held. Not so for another boat on which the couple struggled to find a strong mooring for it. She was on the bow and soaked through with the rain.
Choppy water in Plakouti Bay, near Partheni.
At Lakki I bought a Greek chip for my Samsung Note. It cost 15 Euros for internet and phone calls. Bob thought he had over-paid the truck driver for diesel at Skala. Two coffees were 6 Euros whereas they are five in Leros and water and a biscuit is included at the marina cafe.
I am inserting photos with each blog post, although I said I wouldn’t. The adverts come up too near the top of the page.
This is the church on the Hora at Skala. It is a working church. I am so impressed with how religious the people in Greece are. We walked to the top. It was a pretty but not easy climb.
I have four pieces of writing (works in progress, I should say) on the go, at this time.
First, there is ‘Moon River’, which is the story of how Alana McLean, from Largs took control of her life and moved from the West of Scotland to Turkey. This work began as the final assessment for the Diploma in Creative Writing with the Open University. Today I emailed it to my editor Farhana Sheikh at Dahlia Publishing. Then there is a short story called ‘My Brother Vrinder’ for Farhana’s latest anthology which progressed from using various strategies to promote our own writing output. The group of writers who are contributing worked on Google plus. It was an experiment begun by Farhana.
Third, a short story for an anthology with my e-buddies (from the previously mentioned OU course), one of whom has a blog called cassandra writes. This story is called ‘A Childhood Memory’, and actually came from the strategies for the above group. I have a couple of poems ready for this anthology too.
And fourth, is my sequel to ‘Finding Takri’; the first scene is set at the Memorial to Sikh Soldiers of the First World War which is in Brighton. As I’d told myself I must begin a new book every new year, I wrote this on 1 January.
Excerpts from the above writing to follow ….
An almost enclosed bay as the entrance is very narrow. There is an abandoned brick kiln with an ugly scar on the hillside from where the material for the work was taken. We anchored Peperuka at the north end where there is a small homesteading with a church on the hilltop close by. There was a large herd of goats with very large bells around the adults necks. The herd was moved from one end of the bay to the other along a well-used dirt track. What a racket of jingles and jangles! We couldn’t help smiling while clapping our hands over our ears. I took a video but can’t find it now. From now on I will post no photos until I’ve caught up with where we are. Today is actually the 23 July and we are in Keci Bay, Orhaniye, Turkey.
We returned to Skala, this time mooring stern to the quay with anchor to the bow. The reason being there was a blow forecast for the afternoon and evening. This harbour is safe in certain winds though the quay wall was destroyed in a storm two years ago. We had a few questions to ask about the dongle but really the internet connections are not very strong.