There was a bit of a storm last night and some rain after midnight but nothing really too drastic. Luckily really, as a German couple in a tent who’d been staying at another camping were besieged by a number of cats which made small holes in their tent. I said there was only one cat at Grammeno and that would not be a problem.
I seem to have run for 5km again this morning, which seems to be becoming the norm. Whomever Norm is. I had some escapees this morning but couldn’t see any on Grammeno Beach and they were all back by the time I’d finished running so didn’t worry. So long as they’re not barking at the customers in the camping or chasing the sheep, I don’t mind.
I rode to Petrakis as I needed some shopping. During the ride I’d decided to buy some potatoes and carrots as well as some onions and peas. The peas would have to be frozen but I forgot to buy them despite wandering aimlessly around the store.
My day felt unproductive and I was again trying to move on with the Internet problem in Seaford. I had the manager crawling in the bowls room again digging out the router and other equipment. He knows where everything is now. The problem is that the original router is incompatible with the new Internet service so I have to do a bit of a bodge to get it working. I have to use the old router as the new one does not provide the same level of functionality as the original. All this work and mucking about to save a few quid on their Internet bill!
Then Xanthippos arrived to tell me some customers had arrived in the camping. The guy was English and delighted to speak to me. He and his family, including three children, wished to rent one of the small cabins. I suggested they might find it a little cramped in there, especially with the children sleeping on the floor. I showed them T2, the only one of the chalets ready for occupation. There was work going on the other day so the others need cleaning and getting ready. After some deliberation, they decided they’d like the chalet so I lent them my electric hob, kettle and a saucepan. The Albanians have rifled the kitchen taking every pot, cup or implement for their own use. Then I discovered the third child was a baby so had to dig the cot out of the storeroom. Quite a lot of running about when I should have been playing with my routers. At least my rings were well advanced once I’d walked the length of the camping a few time. Despite my run and cycle, I didn’t seem to have made as much progress as I’d wished.
They were finally settled in and the small cabin was spruced up. We have someone coming to stay there on 2nd April so I wasn’t rushing to let that anyway.
By this time it was getting towards evening walk time but I needed to phone Ursula beforehand. We had a bit of a chat before getting the dogs ready to go out. When I arrived at the gates onto the beach, I could see there were already three dogs on the beach. My lot were quite excitable so I kept them inside the camping until they calmed down a bit.
I’d just gone through the gates on the beach when a couple appeared from within the camping whom I didn’t recognise. I asked them if they were planning to stay and they replied that they would if there was somewhere nearby to eat. I suggested Houmas restaurant feeling pretty sure they’d not opened for the season yet. The couple and their van were not in the camping when I got back so assume they left for Paleochora. When they saw me initially, they commented that I must be the ‘Crazy English bloke with all the dogs’. Fame at last!
Fortunately, two of the dogs on the beach soon departed so I was able to make my way over to the Promontory. Sadly, Princess and Luis were not released as I have little confidence in their ability to act sensibly when there are other dogs about. If let off they insist on doubling back then getting into a barking competition with whoever is on the beach. Something up with which I will not put. As someone once said.
The walk went well and we got back to the camping without incident. I put them all to bed and fed them. The evening meal is a freezer-job since I’ve lost the will to cook something from scratch. I’ll get some peas in the morning and will have the creation tomorrow night.
Petrakis is open this Sunday and will soon be open every Sunday.
Leave a Reply