Today's story has an unhappy ending.
Unfortunately last night there were some 'Jobsworths' about - the local police who came along and told us it was some sort of Ecological or Archaeological, or something, protected area and we were not permitted to stay up there
for the night. It was just as well they didn't catch us with the portable gas oven fired up outside cooking our pizza and chips, which we had originally planned to have for our evening meal.
Back down the hill we had to go to a local campsite, the one we'd agreed earlier that we'd stay at for a couple of nights starting tonight, but thanks to the Greek Constabulary our first night was last night.
The campsite is nothing special, but then it doesn't need to be, as it's very busy all the time due to the passing tourist trade.
this morning I was awoken by the sound of the bells from the monasteries up on the rocks clanging away, they made quite a sound between them, but The Chef slept through it all. Whilst the sound of the bells was nice enough to hear, the sound of all the local
dogs joining in with them bark, bark, barking was awful. There's a very big loud dog somewhere close by us and it was the worst of the lot. I was going to get 'Henry Horn' outhttps://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006TDEV20/?coliid=I5YRQ6MBE9ZIK&colid=QBRZGG27AYZY&psc=0&ref_=lv_ov_lig_dp_it
, and give them a bit of their own medicine, but that would have meant giving The Chef a rude awakening from her slumbers.
We'd bagged a pitch close to the toilet block last night.
It was nothing special, but at that time of day there was little choice, and so this morning we decided we'd try and relocate if something suitable was vacated.
my shower I noticed that one of my sandals was missing from under the motorhome (I leave them out there to air), 'Begger' I thought 'Now what do I do?'
Remembering how I'd noticed
a few dogs roaming freely around the campsite on the way to the toilet block, the result of the usual irresponsible and selfish dog owners, I decided to take a look around, and fortunately in the lower pitches behind us, I found my missing sandal. Clearly
some mutt or other had decided to run off with it.
After showering and breakfast we noticed that a motorhome not far from us was getting ready to leave. Unfortunately he was
one of these sad, thorough individuals who took his time over everything. He wiped his electricity cable before stowing it, wiped and cleaned everything else, he even took his shoes off as he finally got in to his vehicle and brushed the bottoms of them in
case they had any dirt on them.
Finally he was gone and we quickly shot in to his pitch as there were numerous other motorhomes arriving and they would have their eyes on it also.
Up on our levelling blocks, reconnected to the electricity we were all set. Soon afterwards we noticed, a few feet above us in the tree trunk on our pitch, a baby bird continually being fed
by its parents. Nice colourful birds, but I've no idea what sort they were. There was quite a noise coming from the nest as it was demanding food continually.
We decided to go for
a walk along the road for a bit before having lunch It was already getting very warm, and we didn't fancy trudging round in the heat of the day. It was quite a nice area. Clearly the income from tourism here gets ploughed back in to the community. As you'd
expect there were plenty of restaurants, Tavernas, gift shops and hotels.
Back for lunch before sitting out and having a read and nap, to be continually plagued by very persistent
flies. I've swatted so many internally that we've got to run the hoover round before we leave tomorrow.
We continued to observe the parents flying backwards and forwards to the
nest with grubs to feed the noisy chick.
Motorhomes have continued to pile in all afternoon, I don't think the owner knows the meaning of 'full', she just keeps letting folk in,
expecting them to sneak in to any available space.
Late this afternoon The Chef called out that there was a snake on our pitch. And sure enough there it was, it had curled itself
around what looked to be mum or dad of the chick in the nest. It had the head of the bird in its mouth. I didn't fancy having the snake on our pitch whilst it swallowed the bird and then lay there for hours digesting it. The snake wasn't huge. You'd never
get a handbag or a pair of shoes out of it, but you sure as hell wouldn't want to find it in your underpants.
In the end, with the aid of the winding pole for the awning I shifted
the snake and its prey to the edge of the pitch and then got it to part with its dinner. I saw it off our territory and then covered the bird with a piece of wood in the hope that the snake wouldn't return and claim it.
I did take a few pictures but don't intend to share them, because it's just Mother Nature in action and not very nice.
This evenings meal was the pizza and chips which we didn't have last night, I washed
down with some rosé wine I bought in Italy. Unfortunately I think the air is starting to get to it, as it now has a gentle hint of Corsodyl mouthwash about it.
We leave here tomorrow heading towards Athens. Either we'll do the whole
journey tomorrow or we'll park up somewhere for the night and arrive at our campsite on Friday.
In the meantime I am still listening to a large ungrateful chick, halfway to
becoming an orphan.
I tell you - you don't get this on Warners holidays.