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That's good to hear Steve Speaking of higher ground, my next set of holiday snaps are from the Dikti Mountains of Crete!Thanks Jack, I should be pretty safe here as I live on higher ground.
I was playing some blues music this A.M.
Maybe this will help.Someone save me. My son has listened to the baby shark song a thousand times already this morning!!!!!! I would post a lamb but my brain is fried
Thanks buddy! I should carry it more.I was playing some blues music this A.M.
Nice A.Wright David.
Wow what a view! Wee Staggy lookin good!I can think of a few dozen classical Greek metaphors to describe our driver's break-neck zig-zagging over the course of the next half hour, but I'll spare you the Apollonic horses I suspect that it was not an usual speed for the driver of a Greek tour-bus, but it would have been nice to take in the incredible views at a slightly more leisurely pace, and even stop for the odd photo opportunity I did my best
Eventually, we reached the zenith of our journey, and what lay ahead was quite incredible, the broad flat Lasithi Plateau, was spread out before us like a patchwork quilt. I couldn't stop thinking what a find this high, fertile plain must have been to those who first discovered it. Even today, it is isolated, but clearly very much loved by those who live here. There are fewer farmers today than in the past, with the teenagers now having to go to schools outside the valley, but the people think of their home as a special place, in which they are lucky to live, with families going back hundreds of years. There have been special innovations, which are still in use today, such as a canal system to allow drainage when the snows melt, and windmills, which pump water. Of course, like most places in Crete, some of the population make some of their living from tourism, and the most important destination for those visiting the area was where we were headed: Dikteon Cave, the legendary birthplace of Zeus.
Much as I would have liked to see the cave, we too were hiding from Chronos (), with not much more than an hour to make the 20 minute, notoriously steep ascent to the cave, queue to pay, then descend the 400 steps down, tour the cave, then back up, and down the steep hill again. It worked out for the best, because I wouldn't have had time to explore the exceptional view, have a couple of beers, talk to some of the friendly locals, buy a few gifts, and by chance, meet a Cretan cutler I had my first beer, just where those gents are sitting in the last photo. Talk about a room with a view!
After drinking my first beer in that lofty spot, and taking these photos, (and a short video), I visited the first of several gift shops at the site, and ended up having a good laugh with the owner. In the second shop I visited, I got talking to a younger man. His English wasn't the best, but he was happy to talk, as best as that allowed. He was from the plateau, like his forbears, had gone away to university, but returned to his home, where he hoped to spend the rest of his life. I asked about marriage prospects in this thinly populated place, and he said, luckily, he had already found a wife. The young man asked about my own home, and I told him I was from Sheffield, "where steel and knives are made." He then told me his father had been a cutler, but had retired a couple of years ago, and now just worked on the family farm. Just then, the father appeared, and it turned out he spoke slightly more English than his son. We had a short, but warm conversation, and of course, I showed him Wee Staggy, whom he greatly admired
Thank you kindly!That's a looker David Hope the wind drops soon
I can think of a few dozen classical Greek metaphors to describe our driver's break-neck zig-zagging over the course of the next half hour, but I'll spare you the Apollonic horses I suspect that it was not an usual speed for the driver of a Greek tour-bus, but it would have been nice to take in the incredible views at a slightly more leisurely pace, and even stop for the odd photo opportunity I did my best
Eventually, we reached the zenith of our journey, and what lay ahead was quite incredible, the broad flat Lasithi Plateau, was spread out before us like a patchwork quilt. I couldn't stop thinking what a find this high, fertile plain must have been to those who first discovered it. Even today, it is isolated, but clearly very much loved by those who live here. There are fewer farmers today than in the past, with the teenagers now having to go to schools outside the valley, but the people think of their home as a special place, in which they are lucky to live, with families going back hundreds of years. There have been special innovations, which are still in use today, such as a canal system to allow drainage when the snows melt, and windmills, which pump water. Of course, like most places in Crete, some of the population make some of their living from tourism, and the most important destination for those visiting the area was where we were headed: Dikteon Cave, the legendary birthplace of Zeus.
Much as I would have liked to see the cave, we too were hiding from Chronos (), with not much more than an hour to make the 20 minute, notoriously steep ascent to the cave, queue to pay, then descend the 400 steps down, tour the cave, then back up, and down the steep hill again. It worked out for the best, because I wouldn't have had time to explore the exceptional view, have a couple of beers, talk to some of the friendly locals, buy a few gifts, and by chance, meet a Cretan cutler I had my first beer, just where those gents are sitting in the last photo. Talk about a room with a view!
After drinking my first beer in that lofty spot, and taking these photos, (and a short video), I visited the first of several gift shops at the site, and ended up having a good laugh with the owner. In the second shop I visited, I got talking to a younger man. His English wasn't the best, but he was happy to talk, as best as that allowed. He was from the plateau, like his forbears, had gone away to university, but returned to his home, where he hoped to spend the rest of his life. I asked about marriage prospects in this thinly populated place, and he said, luckily, he had already found a wife. The young man asked about my own home, and I told him I was from Sheffield, "where steel and knives are made." He then told me his father had been a cutler, but had retired a couple of years ago, and now just worked on the family farm. Just then, the father appeared, and it turned out he spoke slightly more English than his son. We had a short, but warm conversation, and of course, I showed him Wee Staggy, whom he greatly admired
True blue is looking great Jeff.Spectacular old world charm, Jack, thanks for the photo-tour. I'm relaxing at home with Roper after taking a new photo.
Spectacular old world charm, Jack, thanks for the photo-tour. I'm relaxing at home with Roper after taking a new photo.
Thanks David, definitely worth the price of a pint eh?! I have to say, it was really windy there though!Wow what a view! Wee Staggy lookin good!
Thanks Steve, what are the chances, especially in such an isolated spot? I would have loved to have found out moreMore great [pictures Jack !
How fortunate to run into a Greek cutler
Thank you very much my friend, great picSpectacular old world charm, Jack, thanks for the photo-tour. I'm relaxing at home with Roper after taking a new photo.
Stay safe with that sweet Lamb buddy
Well, the original version doesn't really move me, but I like Leo Moracchioli's cover of Baby Shark. Maybe that will work better for you?Someone save me. My son has listened to the baby shark song a thousand times already this morning!!!!!! I would post a lamb but my brain is fried