It occurred to me yesterday that some background information might be in order here. Otherwise I fear that anyone chancing upon these pages might experience considerable difficulty in deciphering what on earth is going on. For instance, the subject of this blog is supposed to be writing and walking and drinking on a small Greek … Continue reading Tilos: the ‘Back story’

If you bothered to read the last post you will know that I crashed out that night on the terrace of a restored stone house just outside the settlement of Mezapo. This strange little place crouches in the corner of a lovely bay some five kilometres broad and enclosed on its western side by a … Continue reading Mezapo: three men in a boat.

In retrospect it seems odd beginning this blog with a post about walking in the Peloponnese. That particular journey took place over two years ago, after all, and I have thought little and written even less about it since. Still, one has to start somewhere, as anyone will tell you, and summertime at Agios Antonios … Continue reading The idyllic nature of summer at Agios Antonios and why I had to resort to a journey of yore for my first blog post