Having completed my doggy day and taken Dave for his wander, I’m sitting down to write my blog with the sound of fairly large dogs barking from the direction of Grammeno beach car park. My lot are, following a brief relapse, all quiet and resisting the temptation to bark back.
The wander revealed there are few people in the upper part of the camping. Only Lau is north of me and a couple in a small tent on the other side. There are more people down by the beach and two or three motorhomes in the larger bays by the main bathrooms. The weekend was busier with customers arriving on Friday as well as Saturday. As expected, the family with small children and noisy dog packed up and left after their evening BBQ. I was not looking forward to another night of him barking periodically.
Yesterday afternoon, when Ursula came over for tea with Heidi, there were a couple of little girls under the green shading material by the gate. They had been there for some time as the dogs were a little restless when they arrived. They were amusing themselves with Obi, Fido and Charlie, the only dogs at large in the main compound. I ignored them and let them chatter away to each other. They were very sweet: trying to work out which was the mummy and which was the daddy and which out of Fido or Obi was the puppy. They were happy, the dogs were not barking, so I left them be. It was only when Heidi and Ursula arrived they tried to come into the compound. When access was denied, they moved on elsewhere.
Our morning walk was uneventful. The moon was still present but ineffective. The sea was very calm so what little moonlight left a silvery streak on the surface of the water. The sky was clear and studded with what seemed like a thousand stars. You can understand why the English guy who liked to do night photography of the heavens timed his holiday around the phases of the moon.
We were back by 07:30 having watched the sun rise from behind the mountains. Soon it will be rising over the sea once more. Only by being present and watching the dawn sequence can you understand the fascination with it. It’s very hard to describe with words, and photos never seem to capture the mood. The colours are constantly changing to differing shades of red and orange as the sun’s rays appear from below the horizon. The mountains respond by changing through their own repertoire of shades of grey. The age-old saying that a red sky in the morning is a shepherd’s warning does not hold true for Crete. Every morning the sky is red and it hasn’t rained since 8 June when we had 23mm (about an inch) in the space of an hour of so. In fact, Tony and Ursula were here for that downpour.
I busied myself with a few little jobs, left outstanding for a long time. Some of the LED lights, scattered about were not working properly, and some needed to be screwed down to the decking. I’ve had them for more than a year so they’re a bit overdue. A couple of support jobs and then it was time for tea. Where did the day go to?
It was warm with a high of 34.4C with a low of 20.2C at the time we go out in the morning. It is still over 30C at 21:15.
Hopefully, these dogs outside the camping will not bark all night…
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