A Soggy Start

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(Taken yesterday morning)

It rained a lot of the night, not hard but a gentle, useful rain which soaks into the ground rather than runs in torrents into the sea. At around six, I opened the van door for the dogs to go outside. Some of them eagerly ran out onto the decking under the awning, saw the rain pattering down onto the outside decking, then turned around and came back in. It was after seven when it stopped and we went for our walk.

We managed to accomplish our usual, extended walk visiting Plakaki twice. Today, we went onto the rocks during the first visit as it was light so we could see. Luis stuck mostly to the program but was lagging behind a little. The bigger dogs were rushing madly about chasing birds and Obi took the opportunity to slope off on a little walk of his own.

There were a few drops of rain at one point and Isabella and Skinny decided to visit the couple in the motorhome which was parked a little further down the track from the Dog Van. I called them back as the occupants seemed a little nervous for some reason. All the wagging tails should have given the game away.

We returned to the camping somewhat later than normal, I fed the dogs and then went to see if Obi was around. I wanted to go into Paleochora as I can’t be sure that Petrakis will be open tomorrow and there are DDs to make. Obi was nowhere to be seen but I found Bona so we could decide which accommodation would be given to the couple Maria said would arrive later.

After some more wandering around, I rode into Paleochora and visited Petrakis just in case they’re closed tomorrow morning. I’m sure the dogs would thank me. I didn’t go on my usual ride as I wasn’t sure of the weather and people might be checking out. I met Sebastian as I rode back who told me he’d trimmed the overhanging branches of the trees overhanging the cycleway at one of its narrowest points.

I’d received a call from the couple in T3 who were ready to check out so I said they might need to wait a while until I arrived. They were happy with this and we had a good chat before they left.

I walked the camping once more to see if I could find Obi including a walk up the road past the couple in the motorhome. They’re Austrians and the man was whittling outside on a chair. His wife showed me several other spoons he’d made. She said she was never short of a wooden spoon. They’d not seen Obi but appeared to have recovered from the earlier visitors.

I went back to make some tea then out again to see if I could find Obi once more. He’d invited himself to join the dog with a cat problem and was being spoiled by the wife. We chatted a while and then I took Obi back to the others. He’s such a tart!

The day was rushing by due to the late start so I didn’t have too much time to sit around before Toni called to say there was a van at the entrance. I went to find an Austrian couple in an elderly Mercedes Hymer similar to the one Kirsti and Jorma have. They, incidentally, are back at one of their regular campsites in Finland. They had a small, brown down under their awning.

The Austrian couple are staying a few days and are now down by the beach close to where Gabi and Manfred will be staying from 28. Gabi called me today to remind me of their impending arrival so I assured her I’d been sleeping on their pitch to ensure no one else took it.

I made time to cook some large, brown beans for my supper and have had a conversation with Janne who was waiting for a train to take them from the airport to downtown Copenhagen where they could be tourists. They had a sandwich and some tea which they said was good but expensive. They should arrive back at Grammeno before ten tonight. Much later, and the key will be under the cat.

I have a pending arrival and some dogs to feed and then hopefully, I’m done for the day.

Cooler than yesterday by exactly 1ºC with lots of gentle rain during the night. Sunshine during the afternoon to cheer up the day. The next few days should be more stable as we head, inexorably towards May.

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