For some reason I could not sleep a wink last night and thus my excuse for not returning to the Greek hovel for more failed bonfire lighting is that I am just so dog tired that I fear that I may fall asleep at the wheel. That is not something you wish to do on a Mountain road. Hence I content myself in my hotel wish washing my socks, admin matters and writing like a dervish. And trying to catch up on some sleep. If I manage all of that I may treat myself to a slap up meal at Katelanos tonight: Mountain greens, octopus and ouzo.
Yesterday I did try my hand at pyromania up at the hovel. It was a wet day and thus a) I had an excuse for failure b) there were no workers on site to laugh at my inevitable failure. Perfect.
As you can see below there is hard evidence of the triumphs from my previous pyromania. But yesterday's effort was another failure. Lawyers letters from Roger Lawson burn really well but everything is so wet that nothing caught. I retreated and admitted defeat. On the way down I stopped at the very much, not dry, river bed and took a shot of the olive trees on the other side dripping with rain. I am not sure if I captured how they shimmered in the downpour. maybe you just had to be there to appreciate it.
