I spend my life shouting at the telly, which I find quite therapeutic. I am particularly vocal during films where medieval castles are getting bombarded (I have sons – I’ve had to watch a lot…
Browsing Category Greece
33. The delights of Drepano, and Christmas-on-wheels
Drepano is a funny little village on the coast of the Argolid. It has one big church in the middle, surrounded by cafes full of old blokes, a decent baklava shop, no police, and one…
32. My life as a cat-herder
Triton II, near Drepano, is a lovely little campsite opposite a beach, run by an equally lovely lady called Christina. We’d read about it on Barry and Margaret’s website (magbaztravels.com), and they’ve been everywhere, so…
31. Tripping
There are obviously many things to see in Greece, but also a limit on how much broken, headless, collapsed or reconstructed stone stuff I can maintain an interest in. Ergo I suggest a trip out…
30. My Olympian moment and other legends
Travelling in Greece brings to mind the opening lines of Remember, by Harry Nilsson: ‘Long ago, far away, life was clear, close your eyes…’ Everything here seems to have been glorious but it was all…
29. Greece is the word
I wasn’t sure what to expect from Greece: my vision of it having been formed by films like Shirley Valentine, and posters of Santorini. So the reality is somewhat to the left of centre as regards…