I watched The Gentle Touch whilst eating my Φακές. An interesting study of the times with Skinheads and protestors resulting in a ‘murdered’ WPC. A confession was eventually forthcoming and it was in fact, an accident. It was warmer last night so the heating only came on a couple of times during the evening.
With no rain forecast, only a Quick Look was necessary to satisfy myself there was no impending and unreported storm approaching. The moon was not visible so we navigated the almost empty car park with the torch. There was just one vehicle, a car, which has been in the car park several times lately. We walked with no mishaps then I came out with the girls when it was just beginning to get light.
The ball got lost a couple of times at first, but after a while, it was possible to see more easily. We didn’t walk the whole Promontory a third time just raced around on Alonaki and Grammeno Beaches and then back to the camping. I went to Paleochora having tried to get the boiler working again to no avail. There was also a wash to put in for the French and later, one for Mickey.
I came back and delivered bread then took Betty for a quick spin with her ball initially alone but joined later by Kevin who was doing a rubbish pick. The ‘five minute’ walk turned into a twenty-five minute walk so I felt I should return to the dogs and feed them.
The weather was initially sunny then less so. I’d sent a photo and message to Georgia about the boiler so was awaiting someone to fix it. I lost interest in what I was doing so thought I’d finish off the electricity meters I’d started. I discovered a selection of three-pin connectors in the workshop. These I’m sure have been there since I arrived. I purloined some to experiment with but was interrupted by Yiannis, the electrical/plumbing boss who came to look at the boiler.
After a certain amount of head-scratching he worked out there was no diesel which explained why the boiler wasn’t working. He showed me the sight glass which is so stained it’s impossible so see if there’s anything inside. Manolis will bring some diesel later and, even later still, after the tank has settled, Yiannis will return to purge the air and change all of the fuel filters.
The only way to see if there’s fuel is to get a ladder to clamber onto the bathroom roof. There is a fuel gauge however it’s so ravaged by the elements it’s impossible to read, so the only way is to look into the tank itself. Needless to say, I assumed there was going to be enough diesel so didn’t bother looking.
Meanwhile, a Swiss couple had arrived and parked themselves down outside the restaurant kitchen. They were wandering around looking for a more permanent location. Apparently, they just came into the camping, probably because Yiannis had left the bar up. They claimed not to have credit for calls anyway. My general unhappiness was easily apparent but I began to warm to them after a while. They finally parked neatly next to the restaurant kitchen and they want bread in the morning. There was some talk about a dog but I explained that I had no dogs to suit their requirements. I’m not sure they’re organised enough for a dog anyway. I suggested Betty wouldn’t argue if they took her for a run with her ball. They also had this strange notion they should ask everyone nearby if it was ok for them to park in the space I’d suggested. I said that there’s an autocracy at Grammeno and I’m the autocrat.
I met Jamie and showed him where I’d left the wood picked up from the beach. Earlier, I’d helped him decide it would be better for him to stay over in Chania tomorrow night as the first bus on Thursday is at seven but his flight leaves at eleven something. I’ve helped to cut out some of the possibilities for failure so he may hopefully connect with his plane and eventually arrive in UK. He says he will come back to Grammeno after a month or so depending how long his parents put up with him I imagine.
The dogs finally got fed. Fortunately, I’d put their rice in The Pot on the timer in the morning so it was ready and just sitting waiting. I have mega-salad to prepare having some beans in the pot awaiting my arrival. No doubt, Manolis will require assistance with the diesel but I said I’d leave the laundry room door open for Yiannis. Maybe we’ll have reliable hot water again tomorrow…
