I have now washed all the towels and bed sheets I inherited from my Danish friends. So I have disposed of my duvet as I’ve not used it for weeks, and now just have a couple of sheets. I seem to end up sleeping outside for half the night anyway. Boris decided to visit a couple who were sitting peacefully on the beach, trampling sand into their beach towel. I offered to wash it but they’re leaving tomorrow anyway. A Greek, who now lives in California, came to the beach with his small son who was initially fearful of even the Small Dogs: not helped by Luis barking at him. He ended up in the sea with Boris throwing his ball. Closely supervised by both his father and I. This is particularly interesting for two reasons: the boy recently had a bad dog experience so was not in the best of situations and Boris is usually very wary of small children so tends to be a bit off with them. Even though both Boris and Yanis lacked confidence they both played happily and his father had to be quite persuasive to get him to leave. During that time, a Greek family came to the beach for a swim and their young son asked politely if he could play with Fido.
The camping is getting quite busy at last and a family, looking for a pitch came to the one right next to me. They had children so I was hoping they would not take it, which they didn’t. Children yelling and carrying on tend to wind up the Small Dogs although the ones here recently were fine. My Greek neighbours have requested to borrow Fido for a few hours but I’m going to try to persuade them to take Luis to make him more used to strangers. That said, with the number of people on the beach today, Luis wasn’t too bad. Wearing the collar might have helped a bit.
Dave has had a recent episode of fly strike where the biting flies pester him and attack his ears. I’ve dosed him up with insect killing chemistry and slopped some hand cream on his lugs. The trouble is that Dave likes to roll a lot so the flies tend to like him. He goes in the sea twice a day which is unhelpful as it washes off the medication I apply as well as poisoning the marine life.
The bats are just coming out which reminds me of a conversation with my Greek neighbours where we discussed the different words for bat in Greek, English, French and German. The Germans have a Flying Mouse (de fladermous), the French have a bald mouse (chauve souris) whilst the Greeks have a night something , νυχτερίδα.
So there you have it for today.
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