Morning rituals

 

After I have made my breakfast I join Ronnie on the terrace, he is on patrol looking out from his vantage point on the wall. He sees goats and sheep, the odd stray cat today we saw a Labrador that might have been the one that attacked him months ago. All at a safe distance and he makes no effort to jump into the ravine thank goodness. He is shedding fur even more than usual and his owners have this special brush for him, that you use even more than usual during the fur shedding times. Afterwards this coat is even sleeker than usual. 

We walked down to the car, a lot of people are puzzled, because they think it’s Ronnie they are seeing, but the owner looks different. So I tell them what’s going on. I am not so well known here as on Serifos but the baker and a few others always say hello. The hand waving in the car, I don’t do here. I bought a jambontiropita and shared it with Ronnie, he loves them. 


We drove to Faros, which isn’t too far. There is a small harbour and a beach, a wander over a little built over promontory, another beach, then you climb up to a coastal path. Half way you walk past a church and what are the remains of a silver mine harbour. Another beach is crossed, then we walk up to Chrisopigi.
 

It’s a monastery, built over a promontory and has a little bridge over the gap in the rock, where the sea flows through. My friends on Sifnos have a friend here, I think she is busy running her house as an air  bnb at the moment. Ronnie knows the friend’s  dog well. I don’t remember exploring the monastery before,  at the far end is a maze of rock, all with loads of holy holes ( real holes) in it, it’s quite spectacular. 

On the way back Ronnie had a swim, I was up to my shorts, he had a lovely time. We then went to a cafe at Faros, and had a coffee. We drove back to Kamares, gave Ronnie a shower, then a rest, some Greek, a swim, then a meal out tonight I think.




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