Another day out sketching in the pleasant warmth of a Greek winter. Gill and I headed up into the valley along the narrow winding roads through the olive groves until we reached a small village where we stopped off at the kafeneon (the 'proper' term for the small basic cafes frequented by the elderly Greek gentlemen!) for a quick coffee. Our table soon consisted of the cafe owner (who spoke a little English) and an 86 year old lady draped in the traditional black, walking stick and all. We had a rather drawn out and disjointed chat (with Gill's translation skills working overtime)about the fact that most of the dear old lady's offspring, with grandchildren and great grandchildren lived in Adelaide, and she seemed rather pleased to be able to chat with ys. Then along came one of the regulars who was also introduced - he'd been a resident of Adelaide for many years as well! Amazing how, in the most remote villages in Greece, you can always find an Australian connection. For those of you who are wondering what I've done with my NZ roots, they're 'sort of put on hold' here, cos it matters that much more to be an Ozzie!
So back to sketching. After that early morning excitement, we headed up to a tiny abandoned monastery, Aghios Theodoros, where we spent a few hours sketching. It was amazingly peaceful sitting there amongst the carob trees in this little oasis in the midst of the olive groves, each trying desperately to capture the church with its faded dome, mottled with age, and the old stone walls and crumbling outbuildings. The only sound, apart from the birds, was the distant buzz of chainsaws involved in the olive harvest.... and the occasional boom of a shotgun!