Note to self – in the morning I must remember to pick up the mail, put milk out for the cat and do the dishes. Doesn’t sound like much of a holiday. Until I expand that I’ll stroll to the local taverna in the town square, where the owners hold the mail of the village behind the bar, set a saucer of milk down next to the 15th century well in the charming courtyard where a small tabby kitten with the purr of a lion has stolen my heart, and tidy up the remains of the previous night’s roast lamb feast prepared and delivered to us by the town priest.
Just in the nick of time – my entry into this year’s Capture the Colour competition by Travel Supermarket.
Attempting to write my first post on my first blog, it seemed strange not first to introduce myself and explain a little about what I was hoping to achieve as yet another travel-cum-wannabe photographer blogger.